Couplet: A Wintery Silence (by Usman)
In winter’s still, the locust stands alone,
Its bark in twisted ridges, darkly grown.
Brown bark with braided seams hold tight,
Guarding life from cold and cutting night.
Its feathered leaves have long since turned and gone,
Fallen gold beneath the pale, low sun.
Yet slender pods still rattle in the air,
Dry, papery shells split open, seeds laid bare.
On windswept ground where light and silence meet,
It stands firm–weathered, enduring, and unyielding to the cold.
Sonnet: Spring (by Hannah)
Long after all the other trees have bloomed,
the Black Locust finally decides it’s spring!
Its fragrant blossoms clear away the gloom
that rainy days in May would surely bring.
In clusters, they pepper the branches white,
like stars to gazers on the grass below.
Honey bees, attracted to the sight,
sip nectar from the flowers, then they go.
Soon, I’ll pour sweet honey in a jar
and steep the petals into a sweet tea
I’ll can spring so it won’t ever be far,
so sunny days of hope will never leave.
And when the days are short and nights are dark,
I’ll have the taste of spring inside my heart!
Five Haikus: Summer (by Hannah)
summer vacation
time to photosynthesize
at last, some quiet
humans get bug bites
the black locust gets borers
they make twigs itchy
today it’s so hot!
gotta close those stomata
no water to lose
sunset, crickets chirp
drowsy evenings in August
softly rustling leaves
chatter, commotion
traffic scares away the birds
the students are back
Limerick: The Autumnal Echoes (by Usman)
There once stood a locust in fall,
With leaving yellow, then all
Drifting soft to the ground,
While its thin pods hung brown,
Rattling seeds as the wind gave a call.
Its bark, rough and ridged in the cold,
Held firm as the season grew old,
On open ground it stayed,
Where the sunlight still played,
Spreading roots through the fading gold.
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