Here’s a poem for October – the month of cooler Autumn breezes, falling leaves, football tailgates, candy corn, caramel apples, and pumpkin spice latte. There are lots of wonderful imagery surrounding October such as the delight of children on marvelous trick or treat nights.
And here now, is the poem. Happy October y’all!
A Foreboding Place
Near the old barn, unseen coyotes howl eerily together at the full moon.
Skeletons rise slowly from the cold dirt behind broken tombstones in the old country graveyard down the road.
They dance, ivory bones rattling and clacking.
A green lantern orb shines down the beaten path across the ridge and disappears abruptly into the hollow of darkness surrounding the low water bridge.
Bats, hanging upside down from a cave’s entrance, watch witches that swiftly ascend and descend across the midnight sky.
A night hag’s cackle sounds in the distance.
A black cat crosses your path, silently shrouded in night.
Yellow gleams from her half-slit eyes.
A screech owl responds in the wind.
Stirring, he sits aloft a hidden branch of the rugged oak tree nestled in the shadow of the solitary weathered house.
It is purported to be haunted, or so the locals say.
This place is ominous even to the wearily aged man standing behind the glass of the second story window overlooking the quiet gravel road.
Moonbeams pierce through the chest and abdomen of the man revealing his ghostly presence.
He waits for Hallow’s Eve, for the night he’ll be released.
While down the road from the neighbor’s porch, a jack-o-lantern pumpkin grins wickedly.
His candle flickers in the Autumn breeze.