Clements English Honor SocietyNovember 2014 Newsletter

What is Fall?

Rondeau by Linh-Thuy Le

 

The question arises, when summer must

go

What is Fall? A season we know

brings colors of change, warm tones held

dear

and a chilly breeze as we pack on thick

gear

The crunch of leaves where green grass

would grow,

A pleasure to gather and jump in or throw

Long walks under foliage that hangs low

The youth of the summer will disappear

That is Fall.

Yet is it perceivable? Can you feel the

wind blow?

In Texas, when summer goes would you

feel woe?

Candy corn and turkey, reasons for cheer

Are these all we know of the middle-aged

year?

Summer to winter, a mere stepping stone

That is Fall.

Photos by Sindhuja Karanam

Life and Death

by Anonymous

The soul of the Heel echoed in the

hall.

Only quiet was left to respond to its

call.

Constricting clicks set to icily ignite,

the steps gunned forward in fight or

flight.

The morgues occupants let loose

their roar,

growing louder, harder, colder to the

shore.

Escape was the razing at Bethany,

bereft of His son’s sympathetic

mercy.

The mortician’s call was deafening.

Audience swelling; motive: suffering.

Avoiding it, there was no way.

No matter—I liked the silence

anyway.

Art by Stacy Tao

Photos by Sanjana Rao

Repetition

Art by Rachel Hsu

Photos by Sindhuja Karanam