Life in Verse: Chasing Tails

The views and opinions expressed in this article do not reflect those of The Collegian. 

The shimmer of frost sprinkles against the morning light

The hardened ground softens as it did the day before,

And before, and before

Cycling through the daily process 

Every set of pupils are unaware of such phenomenon

The salty air can almost be tasted,

As if freshly baked fries were sprinkled with cured salt from the doorstep

The numbing sand of the northwest beaches validates the

Inaudible shouts to leave that are silenced from the blustery winds

The charging howls of the crashing waves duet the 

Sand piercing the skin of an exposed hand

Time and time again, the fleeting horizon dips upon the churning sea

Dusk sheets the view, tomorrow all renews

Contact columnist Patrick Bottin at patrick.bottin@richmond.edu.