Untitled - October 8, 2001
A sprinkling of night frost
dust the tops of the pretty punkins
sitting in a row.
Carved with faces both dark
and mirthful,
they are the greeters
of the ghouls
and goblins
at the door.
As the moonlight peeks
beyond the shadows of the trees,
the frost glistens silver,
even as the breaths of air
casts grey clouds in the night.
As the scattering of tea lights,
create a contrast of cool warmth
in the autumn nights,
all the gremlins
seek shelter amongst
the warm hearths
sipping at cups of hot cocoa.
Night gives way to dawn,
and the sinister faces
on wee punkins
fade away
to reveal
the jolly smiles
small hands did draw.
Transforming
once again,
only in the next moonlight.
- inspired by conversation with Dame Juditth (meshuggepup@cnz.com)
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