A
mist is ghosting through the trees
This
haunted Halloween
The
leaving leaves allow moonlight
To
slip through in between
Hoards
of goblins march a path
From
porch to lighted porch
One
can almost see a mob
Each
with a kindled torch
The
Trick or Treat on every lip
Tradition
soundly laid
There's
apples, candy, popcorn balls
The
yearly ransom paid
When
all the sweet extortion's done
The
raiders fight the bed
Intoxicating
sugar rush
Has
gone straight to each head
As
night rolls on across the land
Pumpkin
candles gutter
The
midnight chime lends eerie sound
Makes
even strong men shudder
The
witching hour brings two worlds close
And
thins the shielding veil
The
strongest creatures looking through
Escape
beyond the pale
Some
with unfinished business here
Search
for ways to end it
Still
others caught in looping time
Maybe
to defend it
Demon
monsters haunt their dreams
Especially
on this night
When
people, mostly sensible
Hide
their heads in fright
When
superstition runs amok
When
facing unknown fear
Even
the intelligent
Protect
what they hold dear
With
dawn returns some sanity
The
eerie held at bay
The
rifted veil has been resealed
Next
year again they'll play
Richard Higley
Richard Higley, Lafayette Indiana.
I came to poetry later in life. at age 59. Midwest blue collar poet. I'm currently 66, married 44 years, Father of 7, grandfather to a slowly spreading pool of grands. I have published on collection of poems titled The Wounded Flower. I have more than 500 pieces that touch a wide range of subjects. My alter ego is a wandering storyteller I have the honor of being Pubber Of the year 2016 winning the Wattpad Writers Pub poem contest. I also am honored to be returning to the Ariel Chart platform.
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