Twisting, turning, always churning.
Fallen leaves like Autumn’s burning
Colors through the Wintry dawn.
Soft spots of a newborn fawn
Hide the creatures in the night.
Darken skies and break my sight.
Orion’s pattern in the sky
Follows closely you and I.
With this chant, I shall ensue
The World to become at once anew.
This is my new spell cast
For Nature’s Present, Future, Past.
The literary magazine of Hagerstown Community College