The ORACLE
Art / Poetry / Photography / Short Stories
Bishop Canevin High School
Fall 2025 Edition
Contributors
Rowan Creely ‘26
Chloe Waxter ‘26
Seana Fornauf ‘26
Zhonghan Li ‘26
Rebekah Roun ‘28
Lucia Madore ‘27
Kaylee Gaudelli ‘28
Ka’Vere Holeman ‘26
Cooper Evans ‘28
Deklan Alder ‘29
Joel Hardy ‘28
Mya Butler ‘28
Maria Leithauser-Mihalega ‘28
Brionna Smith ‘28
Piper Leppert-Bell ‘27
Cara Mitchell ‘29
Abigail Madore ‘29
Jaquelyn Miller ‘28
Leo Shorthouse ‘26
Catherine Hites ‘28
Aubrey Ritchey ‘28
Damar Olds ‘26
Dante Jones, Jr. ‘28
Cooper Anselm ‘26
Fionn Hites ‘26
Gianna Varley ‘26
Corey Davis ‘26
Isabella Sysak ‘26
Lindsey Cable ‘26
Domani Matthews ‘29
Vyla Tomachesky ‘26
Katie Butcher ‘26
Eden Lockwood-Morris ‘26
Boaz Swift ‘28
Eunice Yi ‘28
Tyler Thamsarorat ‘27
Aiyanna Adzogba ‘26
Avril Kang ‘28
Sarah Wellington ‘26
Vaughn James, Jr. ‘28
Wyatt Jackson ‘28
Anna Sawyer ‘28
Cali Evans ‘26
Luke Verdun ‘26
Jenna Neighbors ‘26
Trinity Brookins ‘29
Sonnet 1
The autumn leaves begin to gently fall, The crispness blows by swiftly in the air, It seems nature answered the season ’ s call, The colors dashing bright beyond compare.
The wind picked up and rustled through the trees, And summer ’ s last bit of warmth starts to fade.
As I listen to the leaves in the breeze, I see the gorgeous sight the colors made
The pumpkin patches glow a joyful sight, And apples ripen, ready for the press. Corn fields are standing tall in the dark light, Great time for gathering and relieving stress.
In this duration, beauty we can find, As we see autumn showing in mankind.
Seana Fornauf ‘26
Fall
The fading sun sinks low in softer skies, Its golden light falls on the grain. The forest wears its bright and last disguise, Red, gold and brown before the frost and rain
The summer ’ s songs grow quiet, far away, The cricket’s voice comes thin, the robin gone.
Yet in the air a gentle calm remains, Little bit warm, like hay under the sun
Each leaf, so small, still wakes a colorful fall, Like a glowing spark drifts upon the breeze. Covered earth in colors are rich and bright, A quiet gift given by the autumn trees
Though fall is brief, it still shows one clear sign: Even as years grow old, their beauty still shines. Zhonghan Li ‘26
Rebekah Roun
Kaylee Gaudelli
Rowan Creely
Now I See
In shadows deep, I bow my head with shame
Confined to your gazes immensity
On goes the mask to carry forth my name
It burns inside with harsh intensity.
The truth came out, a war I did not choose
Stained with sin, scared of how I am perceived. Forcibly revealed my pieces must fuse.
Like sand through grasping hands, I sink and sieve.
It was you who made me recognize it
I came to see what I shoved down before.
Not judged, nor pitied—so at last it clicked
Through your great calm, I found an open door. You did not flinch at what I feared you’d see.
Because of that, I was finally free.
Vyla Tomachesky ‘26
Autumn leaves fall with the wind’s gentle gust
The sun sleeps more as the moon wakes longer
It only travels once, barks colored rust
The trees bare must become much more stronger
The sky is a sketch waiting for its paint
The fresh crisp air smells of new beginnings
The fireplace burns until the day faints
Gloom lingers but don’t ever stop grinning
Pumpkin spice and everything oh so nice
How the children love playing in the leaves
Your love is kind it must come with a price
Only lasts for a few months? Don’t go please
I am wrapped in a scarf, boots ankle high Lucky am I, fall never say goodbye.
A Fall Day
Upon this day, the harvest’s gift we share, The golden fields have offered up their best, With thankful hearts we lift a humble prayer, And find our spirits nourished, fed and blessed.
The table set, with candles’ gentle glow, Holds bread and fruit, the season ’ s sweetest yield, While voices rise, the bonds of kinship show, And joy is sown like seed in fertile field.
The autumn winds rewind as time will flee, Yet memory preserves what love has made, In gratitude, we carve eternity, Though passing hours and fleeting light may fade.
So feast, give thanks, let harmony abide
For love’s true wealth no winter can divide.
Rowan Creely ‘26
Thanksgiving
Ka’Vere Holeman ‘26
Mya Butler ‘28
Maria LeithauserMihalega ‘28
Basketball Poem
The ball flies high into the air, He watches, calm and still A moment’s hope, a silent prayer, Then follows through with skill.
The crowd fades out, the world grows small, It’s only him and time He shoots, he scores, he gives it all, His heartbeat keeps the rhyme.
Vaughn James, Jr. ‘28
Letter to the World
This is my letter to the world It’s short and sweet Never to be found or told Until my life is complete.
Find love in the dark And excitement in the bland Because we all embark On a different journey at hand.
Catherine Hites ‘28
Yearly Fall Traditions
As summer ends, fall opens a new door. Warm air fades and is replaced by chilly nights.
Leaves are left scattered all over the floor.
As you walk along, notice the pretty sights.
The leaves turn from green to orange and gold. See the pumpkins placed on every doorstep. Black cats scamper past with their fur so bold. Cornfields and scarecrows are traditions kept.
Halloween comes towards the end of fall.
Time for haunted houses and frightful scares.
If you ’ re scared, entering is a bad call.
For the actors will frighten whoever dares.
Fall’s great beauty only comes once a year.
There is something for everyone; do not fear.
The House
Shadows in the windows
Basement sounds no one knows Figures in doorways
Ghosts in the room
Spirits in their tomb
Forever will I live as a spirit in this home
Jackson ‘28
Chloe Waxter ‘26
Wyatt
Deklan Alder
My Letter to the World
This is my letter to the World
When the letter didn’t write to Me
The news tells me so Little
With hidden fangs and Teeth
The message is ill Intent-
To evil hands no one can SeeFor the love of all unkind to Me-
To Judge the world-sickeningly
Jaquelyn Miller ‘28
Letter to the Unknown
People should be welcoming and open, Hearts are always able to be broken. A warm smile may make them feel healed, I like to wave and to make joy feel sealed.
Anna Sawyer ‘28
Haunted House
I run the field with heart and pride, In football’s game, we stand as one. With every pass, our dreams collide, A hopeful team beneath the sun.
I read the plays, we strategize, No matter where we come from, In unity, our spirits rise
Together strong, we all can run.
Letter to Football Anonymous
This is a letter to the unknown, Where emotions have to be hidden and not shown. The full story of someone ’ s decision may never be clear. Everyone will struggle, even a peer.
Letter for World Peace
This is my letter to the world That there should be peace Spread the word Let all violence cease.
Cooper Evans ‘28
An empty house, quietly waiting, cobwebs in every corner. All the neighbors subconsciously hating, the outside looks scarier than what lies inside, the former owner saw what nobody could ever think is possible. Nobody ever dares to buy that house, nothing could make anyone own a haunted house.
Aubrey Ritchey ‘28
House on A Hill
A house on a hill
Sitting with a chill
Windows shattered
Birds scattered
Doors opened
Closed from behind
Floors creaking
People shrieking
Monsters attack
Don’t come back
A house on a hill
Beware
Maria LeithauserMihalega ‘28
Monster
A wind whirls around town
Haunted Mansion
Where you walk through big, black gates
Covered in big, green, growing vines, Hidden in the deepest corner of the forest, A giant mansion hiding behind the tallest pines.
You can walk the path if you find the start, But be careful in the dark or you might fall, As you stroll down the unclear path, Be careful of the animals you’ll find in a brawl
Once you reach the big, black doors, You’ll immediately feel inclined to leave, For you’ll hear the ghosts begin to moan
As they continue to wait for their loved ones till eve.
If you have the guts to walk through the doors, Beware the spirits that will follow your soul, As you roam the dark halls, long and thin, You’ll smell the unpleasant scent of indole.
Finally, once you try to leave, You’ll find yourself held back by a thread
As much as you scream, cry, and beg You’ll find that you ’ re soon put eternally to bed.
The monster who is kind of homeless
Is nowhere to be found
Now everyone stays so restless
A hunt will begin soon
The darkness overcomes day
The coldness arrives with the moon
The monster scares away.
Joel Hardy ‘28
Rebekah Roun ‘28
Werewolf
The forest dark and scary
As moonlight shines on the ground
A monster super hairy
Claws and giant paws to pound
You will never see him in the sun
Time to run.
Cooper Evans ‘28
Jones, Jr.
Brionna Smith
‘28
Kaylee
Gaudelli
The season that leaves change to brown and red
The warm feeling outside begins to change
A need to stay warm and cozy in bed
A chilling feeling begins to take range
Jack-O-Lanterns will fill the area
As the spirits take to the neighborhoods
While the people roam with hysteria
The sharing of stories and brotherhoods
Witches fly and spread their curses around
Terrifying children, hide in your house
Dead people rise from their graves underground
Sneaking around as quiet as a mouse
Oh how I long for this hallow’s eve night
The season will always give you a fright.
New life transforms in Autumn’s tender hand,
With shades of crimson, gold, and amber bright
As summer comes to a close round the land
Days grow shorter, drawing closer to night
The Autumn leaves are randomly arrayed
Leaves falling as the trees start to grow bare
And nature’s harmony begins to fade
The scent of pumpkin spice fills up the air
The year draws down, a melancholy cry
Now, cold as summer ’ s warmth is fading fast
As the leaves fall down and begin to die
The beautiful season will soon be past
Autumn’s moving fast, like running a race
Let’s find fulfillment in its warm embrace.
December comes, bearing the winter’s heart
The chilling winds upon which frost takes flight, The snowflakes come, creating splendid art, on the evening’s wings, comes an early night.
The end of all the times, the last draws near, The leaves are gone, the fall has passed with ice, The beginning and end of a year, The people gone, the warmth of homes entice
Holiday cheer, the holiday spirit, The presents given, the thoughts remembered, With every year, it perseverates, In every cycle, in all December. And with its end, here comes January, A new start, with reason to be merry.
I sit by the fireplace all night long
Watching the Christmas lights twinkle and shine
Suddenly my ears are filled with a song
The air radiates the scent of sweet pine
Jingle bells ring and voices start to sing
Soft Christmas music fills my heart with cheer
I wonder what gifts Santa Claus will bring
As he fulfills every wish far and near
Christmas will be a very special day
Filled with happiness, gratitude and love
Outside the window, the clouds are all gray
And beautiful snowflakes fall from above
The star shines on top of the Christmas tree
On Christmas day how joyful we’ll be.
Corey Davis ‘26 December’s Sonnet
‘26
Christmas Magic
Isabella Sysak
Springtime
Winter has ended, so spring takes its place
The clouds are crying all day and all night. Colors spread as each flower turns its face
The new life awakens, so pure and bright. Birds sing as they soar high through silver skies
No care restrains them as they soar up high. The gentle deer, still, watch with patient eyes And people pause to gaze as they walk by. Yet spring must fade, its beauty cannot last.
The fleeting season whispers a goodbye
Its gentle hours quickly turn to the past, And summer ’ s heat now rules the bluer sky. But, still, in memory spring will ever stay, A cherished time that never fades away.
Cali Evans ‘26
Recall, my friend, the time we spent there when We had no cares but filling our own hearts— Quite full enough of music’s thrill again, With all that space meant other than the arts?
Think now, still more, of all these pipes have seen: Of dreams conceive, of loves confessed, plans made, Of hopes laid bare and song ’ s ignited scene, Of which these brightest traces still have stayed! Friend, what remains for those of older day?
For those of us whose past remains engraved Upon each memory as they give way
To slow obliteration we once braved?
So save for me a picture and a place
At that fine table, those this room embraced.
The Band Room Luke
Verdun ‘26
Lonely Winter
White powdery snow falls slow to the ground
Sitting quietly in the murky dark
The grand rooms are found hollow with no sound
Filling with the muffled beat of my heart.
Outside the striking gusts cleared all the streets
Dull street lamps had run dry of kerosene
Snow reflects what insufficient light that beats, The darkness which leaves everything unseen.
The barren trees get dressed in their white clothes
Chilling snowdrifts bundle high through the night
Barricading homes as a family loathes,
With their windows painted an icy white.
Caught trapped alone in all these empty rooms
Waiting until the springtime comes to bloom.
Fionn Hites ‘26
Spring’s Sonnet
Spring is when all of the great flowers bloom
The rain sprinkles all over the pretty trees
As it washes the window in my room
Pollination happens thanks to the bees
And the smell of fresh cut green grass is strong
While the warm sun peaks through the gloomy clouds
Acknowledging that summer will not be long
Animals awake from their dark hideouts
Planting pretty flowers in the garden
Giving thanks that school will be over soon
Spring festivals everyone takes part in
Yearly I look forward to March through June
Each spring brings honey bees, flowers, and rain
Everyone loves spring, if you have a brain.
Butcher ‘26
Avril Kang ‘28
Lucia Madore ‘27