Dead leaves are falling all around me
But the air is still alive
Alive with tricks and treats
And Halloween sights
Pumpkin spice
And beautifully colored trees.
The time that ghouls come out
And roam the earth
And witches ride their brooms
Jack-O-Lanterns light the night
With smiles and faces of gloom.
When the Werewolves howl
At the full moons light
Forced by nature
To be a fright.
The time of dead leaves
Is no time of sorrow
For the leaves from the trees
Will come back tomorrow.
This is a time to celebrate all,
All the monsters and freaks
Who answer it's call.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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I loved your take on this prompt! It was beautifully put and captured the essence of fall perfectly 🎃🥰
This piece is Fresh and Brilliant 🧡😉✌️🍂