the westminster news
Published by the students of Westminster School
By Cindion Huang ’25
Into the woods I go, where the maroon and yellow
pirouette in the whisper of leaves,
with their branches hanging low
in the crisp, autumn breeze.
Aflame are the tips of crimson --
a scarlet island amidst the verdancy,
and the semi-golden edges
with trees of green seas.
The colorful symphonies take me back
to Wu-Kang, where
skies of golden sycamores sing
a childhood lullaby, as scattered strands of
unveils a narrow pavement
amidst aged walls of white.
The auburn flames, everchanging,
forever burning until
their momentary death of winter,
embracing their last chance
to glow, becoming nothing
but a memory
of amber dance.