Lost
by Gracie Mouradian ’24
Standing still on a winter day. The air as cold as ocean winds And the snow falling light like paper. The white ground glows like a path begging to be followed. Continuing in the footprints that were previously left behind. They call out like clues hard to miss. The trees are as helpful as a hand in keeping balance Tumbling through the forest, The journey may take up all of the time But the curiosity is too much to bear to turn back now.
by Gracie Mouradian ’24
24 • OUTCROPPINGS • Volume 43
