This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at MSU chapter.
Early Autumn
Something about the wind brings mystery
The darkness enters and exits
Through the eyes and mouth, spilling out
As the rattlesnake shakes its tail at you
Warning you to stay away
Half a memory floats to the surface
Before sinking itself to the depths below
Sinking into the grotto
Something about this wind
Bringing traces of crimson out from the shade.
Never looking quite the same
Becoming all that remains in your head.
Half a thought approaches
And dances away
Saving itself for your dreams tonight.
And as the dust settles
As life carries on
How do you reckon with what you have seen?