Excerpts from Echo

Chair Lift to the Clouds, Erika Tinmouth ’21

Petrichor, Sophie Myers ’19

Petrichor is the smell after it rains when the streams streaks of mud and echoes of screams are what remain

the field immersed baptized with rain sheets of it flowing gushing pouring

shadowed circles trickled tears concealed cuts we finish class

bursting doors rain drenches us hair whipping our faces shining toes sliding whoops, laughter streaming from our lips

we drip inside rain stops relief remains

and petrichor

Starry Night, Ellora Roy ’21

Winter and Fall, Vivian Danahy ’19

Fall, elegantly clothed in a frock of dry leaves, Her dress glowed in the september sun, amber, gold, red She had rosy cheeks and chestnut colored hair, Fall radiated happiness, her smile was warm sunlight and her voice was soft, The other seasons adored her, and she loved them dearly, but not Winter.

Winter, the forgotten child, dressed in icicles He rarely spoke, and whenever he did the seasons fell silent. For winter was harsh, winter was cruel, and winter adored the others feeling as he did, Numb to the bone, yet so helpless, In an unreachable, unfeelable place and trapped.