( To my children)
Black pointed hats on little heads running through my garden. . .
leaving behind a turbulence of red and yellow leaves. . .
Capes and pumpkins candles and spiders little mummies knocking at my door, bright eyes peeking through the bandages. . .
Lanterns and eerie sounds, footsteps in the dark
I open my door again, to find a tiny witch asking for more sour worms. . .
Oh, Halloween, magical Autumn night. a chance to play past bedtime and bring home
a sweet treasure bag. . .
Copyright ©2007 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
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