HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Samhain, Full Moon
by Ardath Mayhar
She sat, hands busy with a homely task,
and watched a cold white moon trail wisps of cloud
across the east. The last light died away,
leaving the meadows shadowed, ghostly trees
lurking about her house, and crawling mist
in chilly layers between hill and hill.
She shuddered -- it's not good to be alone
by night at any time, but at Samhain --
oh, infinitely worse!
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5 comments:
Lovely poem, and very fitting. Happy Hallowe'en!
Leaves you with that creepy feeling. Thanks for sharing!
I enjoyed reading the poem, especially the "cold white moon" trailing "wisps of cloud." Thanks, John.
Allison: And to you!
Shelburns: It certainly sets the mood, doesn't it?
Fiddler: That is a good line. I also like the "chilly layers between hill and hill."
Beautiful, lyrical poem! Thanks for participating in Poetry Friday at PoetryforChildren this Halloween! Stop by any time...
Sylvia
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