Succulent plumes and an October gray arched sky
Whisked away on an ember glazed breeze
Caressing cracked lips so dry
Whispered incantations of dreamy wanderings
Where, how, when, or before.
Not tonight, for sure?
Come near, all Hallows Eve is here!
The darkness knows the secrets of the cemetery gates
To the whispers of ghosts and galloping specters
Soon, around the corner but not before
As bramble catches children's ankles prickly
A mimicking song of trick-or-treat
In mirrors of reflective night
A cool evening touches masks adorned
With pumpkin wishes and sugary teeth