Tuesday 16 January 2007

Halloween Poem

Dark, whispy clouds drift past the moon tonight
A fog wraps the land in a chilling cold bite
A Swirl of distant howling echoes all around
Footsteps lightly crunching leaves on the ground

The wind whispers a breath of stilllness
Its frozen fingers brush skin with its kiss
An eerie laugh just brief and haunting
Innocent yet dark and daunting

A crawling shiver stands hairs to tingle
Hearing this nights ghostly jingle
For Halloween's hold is now descending
To trick or treat for ever ending

(written Oct '06)

1 comment:

d. chedwick bryant said...

you really "see" the visual, feel the damp cold, and hear the footsteps. very nice.