the rustling leaves crunch beneath our boots
while walking under cobalt sky
that will soon fade into deeper blues
on lawns pumpkins with frightful cravings
awaiting Halloween visitors
in the coming dark my ears detect
the haunting boos of the unseen
dancing under moonlight
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #233: Bring on the Boo!
Love those unseen dancers! This is a fabulous Fall poem, Arcadia.
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Thanks De.
DeleteI am not fond of Halloween for the reasons you have poetically described. Well written!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Carol.
DeleteWhat a concise and atmospheric description of the night - wonderful -Jae
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DeleteI like how you shift the blue of the sky. The haunters can keep their boos to themselves.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks for reading JadeLi.
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Halloween the time the veil is thin....
True. Thanks for reading.
DeleteDelightfully seasonal Maria! I can’t wait for those ‘haunting boos of the unseen dancing under moonlight’.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim.
DeleteDug the rhyming moonlight close! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ron.
Deletethe boos in darkness (and there are strange footfalls following)
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks for reading.
DeleteI can feel the cool air of autumn in your words
ReplyDeleteThank you Christine.
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