Ghosts of October

When the rooster goes to crow

  all the ghosts must start to go 

back to their cold graves below.

Unless it's October 

when the fog leaves slower 

the ghost may stay over.

 Autumn fog is so thick

 to the spirits it may trick 

into believing daylight wont stick. 

 Though they may share the day

 while the sunlight's away

 at night they all play

For in the dark they grow bright 

with the chill of deathly fright

 as pumpkins grin into the night.

But where are the living to stay 

when the ghost walk the day

 and chase warm souls away?

We'll pray they'll remember 

to return to the grave come November 

and rest till leaves burn again like an ember.

The seasons...they are a changing!

When the Weeping Cherrys turn from emerald to yellow...

 When the shadows grow long as the evenings mellow....

 When the Jewell Weeds bloom orange and red.....

 And the Crabtree's leaves turn rusty and dead....

When the sunlight fails to warm the day.....

You will know that Autumn isn't far away.....

Full moon of spring.

Full moon so large, so bright,
 First full moon of spring’s crisp night.

To illuminate the world in silver fire,
 As you hurl the sea into the shore’s desire.

The crickets chirp, the toads all call,
 To your pale blue radiance that bathes them all.

The wolfs do howl, while the dogs all bay,
 Coyotes yip while their young pups play.

May these calls to the moon be from nature and true,
 And not of a dark and sinister crew.

Stalking the night in the moon’s cold embrace,
 Searching for life to hunt and chase.

Pray the full moon night sees you safe in your home,
 Not facing your fate in the darkness alone......

                   

                  -wicKED-