We have a winner in The Current’s poetry contest.

It’s Jesse Gazic, a Grade 8 student at John M. James Public School in Bowmanville. The poem, The Thaw, is about the change from winter to spring.

The decision was a tough one for the judges as there were many great poems submitted by young writers in the region. The Current was swamped with entries and received many from local schools. Thanks to everyone for writing their poems and sharing them with us. We intend to make poetry contests a regular thing here. So keep writing.

Here is the winning poem, plus a couple of honourable mentions.


The Thaw by Jesse Gazic

Spring comes in moments.
A soft warmth emanating from a pale winter sun.
The slush in the street that no longer sparkles from the dusky glow of a streetlight.
The verdance that blooms in the air.
And before you know it, it’s Spring, warm Spring.
Jackets are shed like nylon cocoons, to rest in piles while jump ropes twirl.
Remnants of the wild winter wind still rattle the trees where buds, beaded to branches, bear leaves.
The soft trill of an eager bird tantalizes your ear, and the springy mush under step all tell you
The Thaw has come.


Falling by Kailey Maria Roche

The last green leaf falls
Slowly to the ground
Dancing gently, swiftly, falling.

I catch that leaf
And I run my fingers over the winding veins
Watching as the sun no longer shines as it is gently, swiftly, falling.

Looking down at the leaf, I see it crumple, crack
No longer does it have that pleasing summer green
I let the leaf fall; my spirits are gently, swiftly, falling.

Summer heat, gone and lost
Replaced by autumn’s brisk air
My breath is smoke, gently, swiftly, falling.

Leaves,
Sun,
Spirits,
Breath.

All gently, swiftly falling.


Winter to Spring by Jennifer Scora

Snow recedes,
Like an old man’s hairline,
Revealing,
Dead, muddy grass and leaves.
Crocus spears
Boldly push towards sky,
Fresh and green,
They contrast the white snow.

Spring approaches.

Birds twitter,
Filling the trees and air.
Song fills the
Air, weaving happiness.
The first rains
Change the snow into ice.
The sun shines,
Melting the snow again.

Winter retreatsss.

New green leaves
Line the branches of trees,
Where snow once
Was piled in fluffy piles.
The first pale
Flower blossom opens,
So fragile,
Drinking in the sunlight.

Spring.

Spring’s Beauty by Rebecca Chant

The fragrant wind blows
Through tulips newly sprouted
Spring’s beauty unfolds