by Ian Gualtiere ’27 on February 26, 2026
Portfolio - Poetry
The silence that seeps into my mind
keeps me staring, looking up into the night.
Snow lands evenly, knowing it will be kind
to the passers. Treading their steps so light.
Out here, only lampposts break the walk
across the land. Disturb the sleeping world
when harsh beams break. No animal stalks
small their prey, icy pack, with feet unfurled.
Colder the air, warmer the thoughts that
treat me. Dreaming of mountains draped
across my view, God’s ordained matte;
dripping colors, dotting lines in landscape.
To where I am going, I know not where
I journey. Into the dark, I am off the path
which lights my way. Eyes out there
protect me, saving me from their wrath.
Deeper into the frost, no voice can carry
what I see. Winds thrash, tug my bones
from their warm hidings. The longer I tarry,
the farther I get. Time has come to roam.