Katy Betz
With skirts flowing
She runs
Across battlements
She flies
Descending the stones
Out onto the field
Down through the mist
And past the great forest
Down, down, to a place
Of her youth
Where she shared loves
Of her past
Singing a song of
Remembrance
Or her love who
Loves her not
Then with skirts
And flowers
And long hair
Flying,
She dives into
Murky depths
Held down by
Voluminous skirts.
She no longer is.
And one tiny flower
Still moves
In the current
It soars
Entwining itself
Inside of
Her tresses, it also
Is submerged
Both flower no
More
They both float
Above the depths
(Of water, or of life)
Ninth Grade:
Haikus
Katy Betz
Red ripping leaf tips
Shake off jewels shining of light
Frost traps the color
Deep and dark forest
Secrets of light and shadow
Needles are silent
Blue, blue, bubbling ocean
White caps like whipped cream
Dolphins soar through air
Last glowing sun-drops
Reflect in the silver pond
Rays shine down on earth