The candles blow out and the light dims sooner.
The frigid breeze storms in, making the air go cooler.
The leaves reveal their truth; hidden beneath the green,
Of their misfit like nature, displayed in vivid colours.
The season of walking dead comes upon us,
As the howling whispers blow through the trees.
Leaving the hair on our skin frightened,
But our inside nature happily pleased.
As there is a darkness roaming in our core,
With one moment in the year letting it out to explore.
Fire burning, growing more and more.
As it explodes out of our lips leaving a message behind—
Emily Ann Harnett
Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol. 47 Issue 3 on October 12, 2017