The <br />locusts <br />have <br />all gone <br />to winter <br />under- <br />ground. <br />Clinging <br />to the trees <br />are pale husks of <br />their summer <br />selves, soon <br />to <br />be filled <br />with ice and <br />breeze of <br />this <br />season's <br />freeze.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-waltz-wave-winter-locusts/
