Saturday, Dec. 14 at 7:30pm
Black Box Theatre, Main Street Landing, Burlington, VT
Sweet Silence of Winter
By Noell Koslowsky
Age 15
Wells River, VT
Winter is about the simple things:
Like admiring that perfect, little flake of snow that landed on your hand and watching it slowly melt away until it’s just a tiny water droplet slithering its way down your hand.
Or when you are waiting for the school bus and you take a long breath of fresh, crisp air and exhale to see the beautiful, hazy, white veil of your carbon dioxide slowly appear in front of you.
Watching your favorite maple tree that is at the center of your backyard lose its very last vivid red leaf, then looking around to realize that all of the beautiful reds and oranges and yellows are gone, only to be replaced by a blinding white blanket of snow that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Seeing the coniferous trees slowly grow and inevitably make their way to a family’s home to be decorated with bulbs and tinsel for the holiday season.
At the end of every beautiful day you sit and listen to the earth, and you hear nothing but the sound of your own chest rising and falling. You look and you can only see the white blanket of snow covering the ground, masking all of the creatures that are in hibernation.
The world is peaceful with everything at rest, taking a break after the long year. When spring rolls around, you will get back the lively vibrant world you have always known.
But until then you only have the sweet silence of winter.
A Small Description of Winter (To Me)
By Kelly Daigle
Age 16
Bradford, VT
Winter is the smell of pine and Christmas trees,
the brightness of stars in the dark, cold sky.
It is the sting of too many snowballs formed in hands,
the warmth of a blanket while watching cheesy movies.
Winter is the taste of gingerbread and apple cider,
the feeling of scratchy scarves under your chin,
to shovel heavy slosh over your shoulder,
and notice bright red berries in the snow.
Winter is the desire for the season of frost,
and then the yearning for spring a month later.
It is the season of family and friends,
of sharing food and gifts and smiles.
Winter is that feeling of timelessness,
the freezing of sand in an hourglass.
Winter is the inevitable promise
of dragon breath clouds and red cheeks,
cinnamon and hot cocoa,
glistening ham and candy canes,
the crack of ice and layers of snow,
the scrape of frost on car windows.
Winter is approaching --
and Vermont is ready!
Black Box Theatre, Main Street Landing, Burlington, VT
Sweet Silence of Winter
By Noell Koslowsky
Age 15
Wells River, VT
Winter is about the simple things:
Like admiring that perfect, little flake of snow that landed on your hand and watching it slowly melt away until it’s just a tiny water droplet slithering its way down your hand.
Or when you are waiting for the school bus and you take a long breath of fresh, crisp air and exhale to see the beautiful, hazy, white veil of your carbon dioxide slowly appear in front of you.
Watching your favorite maple tree that is at the center of your backyard lose its very last vivid red leaf, then looking around to realize that all of the beautiful reds and oranges and yellows are gone, only to be replaced by a blinding white blanket of snow that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Seeing the coniferous trees slowly grow and inevitably make their way to a family’s home to be decorated with bulbs and tinsel for the holiday season.
At the end of every beautiful day you sit and listen to the earth, and you hear nothing but the sound of your own chest rising and falling. You look and you can only see the white blanket of snow covering the ground, masking all of the creatures that are in hibernation.
The world is peaceful with everything at rest, taking a break after the long year. When spring rolls around, you will get back the lively vibrant world you have always known.
But until then you only have the sweet silence of winter.
A Small Description of Winter (To Me)
By Kelly Daigle
Age 16
Bradford, VT
Winter is the smell of pine and Christmas trees,
the brightness of stars in the dark, cold sky.
It is the sting of too many snowballs formed in hands,
the warmth of a blanket while watching cheesy movies.
Winter is the taste of gingerbread and apple cider,
the feeling of scratchy scarves under your chin,
to shovel heavy slosh over your shoulder,
and notice bright red berries in the snow.
Winter is the desire for the season of frost,
and then the yearning for spring a month later.
It is the season of family and friends,
of sharing food and gifts and smiles.
Winter is that feeling of timelessness,
the freezing of sand in an hourglass.
Winter is the inevitable promise
of dragon breath clouds and red cheeks,
cinnamon and hot cocoa,
glistening ham and candy canes,
the crack of ice and layers of snow,
the scrape of frost on car windows.
Winter is approaching --
and Vermont is ready!
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