Enigma Weekend Edition Poem: 'The Clouds Billow'


The Clouds Billow
By BaiLee Herr

The clouds billow as the sun rises. The yellow and
gold rays jet out so we can enjoy their beauty

The cold air brushes through my hair and past
my face as it settles on down and brings me
to peace

The trees, green and fluffy like a bunny’s
cotton tail. Its trunk, thicker than that of
an elephant’s. Its leaves green, but on the brink
of turning orange, red, yellow, the sign of fall.

The air clears my mind, cleans my thoughts, my
head. The leaves on the ground are so beautiful.


Enigma is the art and literary magazine. Staff membership is open to any interested high school student. Each year’s staff is formed at the beginning of that school year. The Enigma staff is responsible for all aspects of production, from writing and artwork selection to layout and publication tasks. Members are also required to attend Coffeehouse readings. Items intended for publication may be submitted to the faculty adviser, Mrs. Carol Allen-Gordon.

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