SEEDS

“a flowering plant's unit of reproduction, capable of developing into another such plant”

“the cause or latent beginning of a feeling, process, or condition”

An Ode To The Weeds

Navya Tyagali ‘25

i see how my rose tinged cheeks, from which the peonies bloom, and grow, and wither— appear from beneath the earth, still brushed with the dark soot of my trodden land.

why does the girl blush, when he cuts the stem and ties it with his roughened hands. why is it when i wither, and wilt—the beauty of the once sunkissed petal is nothing less than a flowered memory.

i see myself within the petals, and the dust pink tint, overcast by pale tangerine—as the mother sees when the child casts his kite, beyond— the sight of my short stem.

or— perhaps not a memory at all, for a memory can only form if the thought was cherished. but, if he cherished my stem then why must he cut it?

yet not adoration either, i wasn’t adored, quite the contrary. the dark green of my stem reflected within his glassed beads, as the blade cut short my little life.

For Spring: Forever Uncharted

Megan Kellogg ‘26

Rebirth and rejuvenation—

Proliferating determination—

The seed that blossoms into the glorious light, With the sun that glows ever bright.

Spring comes cyclically forth, The winds that ever spurn from the north. The crow struts like a noble. The sprouting mountains, still and immobile.

The hands of time go ahead. Spiders revealed, hanging by a thread. As the seasons move on The horizon reveals a new dawn.

Why does Spring matter?

Why does the rain always patter?

Spring is for the light-hearted

For life, forever uncharted.

Seed

Amaia Thompson ‘25

The seed fell

Dropped into your spell

Falling and falling

Left to dwell

You control it

You overpower it

Trapped in your spell the seed doesn’t grow

Trapped in your spell the seed is slow

Trapped in your spell the seed doesn’t feel

Trapped in your spell the seed’s life isn’t real