Poetry

Samhain (#352)

The cauldron black,
Just outside the witch’s shack,
All manner of creature in communal hush,
Aromas drifting under limb and brush,
Can you smell the stew?
Use your imagination to know what’s in the brew!
Fire and logs under crackle and smoke,
Don’t breathe in too deeply you might choke,
Look to the windows beside the door,
Do you see the candlelight glow coming from the floor?
Apple cider smells float to the moon,
The midnight hour will come soon,
Go ahead and sneak to the windowsill,
Don’t move, be very still,
Look up, and smoke is seen,
Written in the sky are the words Happy Halloween!

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