Hanna Boudreau ’28

by Hanna Boudreau ’28 on April 16, 2026

Cherry Blossom boughs, 
Bows down to me. 
They say, “Hello, sweet.” 
Sweet is the smell of the air. 

Birch tree limbs shake, 
Shake my hand. 
They are gentle and shy, 
“Shy Sky Blue” is the color of the horizon.  

Oak’s branches swing, 
Swing to the bird’s songs with me. 
They know how to dance. 
Dance like the sun beams.   

Spruce blow kisses, 
Kisses which rest on my brow. 
They listen to my stories, 
Stories lost in the wind.