Sweet October

A deep breath. . .the beautiful woody scent of wet leaves,
a smell that imbeds in my being.
A smile on my face, as branches sway and whisper ‘goodbye’,
their leaves tumble to the ground acknowledging their demise. . .
they waltz to the windy music, a last dance.
Pumpkins, gourds, corn stalks. . .stand watch over the
radiant autumn countryside. . .
while flickering jack-o-lanterns peer eerily in darkness.
Like a child, I walk through piled leaves. . .
the rustling sound brings a giddiness to my heart!
I dwell on the mesmerizing sights, sounds, and smells . .
Oh, sweet October, if only you could linger on.

Halloween

Walk through the graves on Halloween night,

the ghouls wear black, and the ghosts wear white. 

 

Memories linger of lives long dead,

and bodies sleep in a deep dirt bed.

The revelry moves to torturous tones,

screaming and moaning amid the gray stones...

The powers of darkness bring lost souls home -

never to rest; forever to roam.

Cries of passion possessed by the night;

tormented shadows, creatures of fright.

The voices of death capture howls from the wind,

this celebration’s for those who have sinned.

Restless remains and spirits arise,

then back to the ground where their future lies.