(Poem of the Week)
Waning moon
toward the new
A dark All Hallows’ Eve
The spirits roam
through whispered breeze
black cats hide
black shadows float
zig-zaging
down the street.
A zombie, a prince,
a pretty pirate
speak the trick-or-treat.
In my conical hat
I’m in the back
Setting the birds free.
Fire burns
Cauldron stirred
Herbs and oil
No trouble no toil
Just apple cider
spiked with myrrh
and a little smoking tree.
Take a sip
Sing a song
Say a spell
Pray a prayer
Whatever way
Dance ‘round and ‘round
Celebrate
Remembering
The loved ones past
are free.
New moon was
no looking back
Step out into the day
As you can see
the seasons show
the end can be
just as beautiful
as the blooming buds of Spring.
—Celia Blake
A Harmonizing Halloween is from the collection of poems, title, Muse.
Purchase your paperback copy HERE.
Copyright © 2023 Celia Blake
All rights reserved.
#Halloween #Peace #Fall #Autumn
