Octo-Burr
A celebration of the first month of Fall
Completely forgot when I posted to mention this is part of The Spooky Season Challenge by S. A. Crawford. You can find the challenge here:
Summer sun begins to fade
And the air begins to chill
A spark grows deep inside of me
It’s my favorite time of the year!
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Days grow shorter and nights longer
Leaves turn from green to gold
Crisp leaves crunch under booted feet
Dew hangs on grass and trees
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Ghosts and pumpkins are on the porch
Cobwebs, scarecrows make a spooky host
Witches and pirates roam the streets
It's time to ask for tricks or treats
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Walking silently through the night
The shadows grow so dark
A frantic chill runs up my spine
I celebrate - it’s spooky time!
About the Creator
Lynda Spargur
Screenwriter, Author, Creative Writer
Writer, dreamer, creator of new imaginary souls. Using my experiences to develop a better future. Crime stories, baseball and The Beach Boys are my passions.
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Such a wonderful poem to set the mood for Halloween! I loved it!
Your writing is excellent. I must say, I was thoroughly impressed.