Dandelion clouds set in
mango skies
scattered softly
above
golden fields
summer draws
her last breaths
Autumn swirls-in
on a whisper.
crystal eyes blue
in the face of
the mighty
Heavens.
A wardrobe, fair;
crimson, yellow
orange, brown
a tinge of
royal purple.
Arctic blasts
rules the nights
White breath
painted air...
Transitioning
browned
filigree leaves
spiraling down
upon hoary
frost.
Glistening...
catch-ing
the moonlight
swirling white skirts,
raised high;
Let down softly
over the towns
A hushing
lullaby;
inhaling, any
colors that remain
icy breath
crisp,
in their stead;
settling in
for a long nap
upon cold
Hundreds of knocks upon my door
in one night
Drives me insane!
To open and greet
these ugly little faces
each, requesting the same.
A ghost, a goblin,
a fairy, a ghoul
a devil, with horns and a fork;
a little guy in baggy clothes
his face, half covered with cork...
Bag upon bag
loaded with goodies
they rush from door to door.
Fading into
the October of the night
to be replaced by more...
Witches, scarewcrows
werewolves, bears
vampires, skeletons, trolls...
Noise and more noise
they take their claims
baring us, their devilish souls...
But looking into
their sweet little faces
do we not really enjoy it?
My fellow adults
as much as we think
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