
The winds come
and the trees are left
naked.
They seem to
carry the air of
ghosts.
A blanket of
white comes to
purify.
Born once more,
their color returns
with time.
Stronger, older,
wiser, they grow
skyward.
Oh, how many deaths
have these sages
undergone?
Hannah Arin is a junior at Pitzer College pursuing a double major in religious studies and philosophy.