A Shift In the Air
ghosts and goblins
pass out of view
disappearing
behind the veil
and tucked away
for another day
as gourds of all types
and autumn leaves
become the highlight
of the season
and gaps in the veil
slip out of reach
like a slowly closing door
Exhausted
the doorbell rings
again and again
chiming cheerfully
with each child
that sings
trick or treat
and sweets
are gifted
until bones ache
with each rise
from the chair
to head
for the door
once more
Longing
please whisper
in my ear
sweet nothings
with warm breath
and a low rumble
in your voice
that awakens
the dormant
butterflies
in my belly
and inspires
a catch
in my breath
Anticipation
the lights are strung
the pumpkins are out
the grave markers
put in their place
the bones are lain
within their graves
the ghosts hang
from the eaves
and here we are
ready to go
with lots of candy
to share
who’s to come
and ring the bell
and brave
a little scare
Intriguing
the nights are dark
with cloud cover
even when the rain
isn’t falling
and the hunter’s moon
peeks out
to promise
colder nights to come
as the veil thins
and whispers
slip between trees
to coax us deeper
into the night
Overworked
summer slips away
as the first nip
of cold arrives
and preparations
for winter
take over our lives
and all we
really want
is to savor
what’s left of the sun
before the bite
of winter’s cold
tells us autumn’s done
