Poems about Halloween
In late afternoon, through the leaf-losing trees
I come upon the pond between trunks opening,
As if entering into Pan’s amphitheatre;
Mirrored twice tall as deep with golden dapples
And vermillion among verdure tanning across the glass
Beneath a dome of darkening sapphire,
Rippled only by odd acorns impacting
Below ever industrious squirrels,
A brace of ducks that dab closer along the shore
And the silent, shy surfacing of a reserved muskrat,
Almost unseen, shadows in autumnal reflection,
Chipmunks slink among the leaves, rustle
Betrays their search for fallen seeds before snow.
The blue jays and grackles are absent, from sight
And cackle, leaving silence reign in their absence.
As it reverberates round the kettle hole unfound
Now by the humans who this city lake surround,
I wonder what Samhain spirits would visit me
Here today. I am undisguised: my humanity exposed,
But as dusk deepens, tempted I am to stay.
It is now, though far from home, I feel the souls.
The approach of ghosts noted more strongly
Each day, as orange leaves drift down,
They make their presence felt, creating
Vibrations in the very air, more resonant
Than any organ above an empty tabernacle.
Gliding across an ocean to circle about my abode,
Swirling like the smoke from chestnut fires,
The spirits seek their own at Samhain.