A crisp overcast Halloween morning.
Cold droplets of lingering dew.
Sleepy hues of the sun's yawning.
Casting light on me and you.
Scattered remnants of orange delight.
One last pumpkin left in the muddy field.
You take me home in the daylight.
Wash the dirt congealed.
You cut off my top with deft hands.
A perfect hat to shield my messiness inside.
Thick webs of stringy, slippery fiber bands.
Determined, you set to work, blue-eyed.
You free me of tangled networks of pulp and seed.
Carving a face and scooping out my core.
A clean, wide cavity to put your light within me.
Guiding 'trick o treaters' to your door.
Darkness falls upon the town.
Girls and boys excited glee.
A scarecrow, a ghost and a clown.
Singing and dancing as they pass by me.
Giggling girls, fits with laughter.
Cheeky boys play tricks to win.
Candy wrappers flutter after.
Halloween night ends its din.
A scent of decaying leaves.
Wood smoke and candle wax fill the air.
A fog rolls in across the street.
A final ghostly glare.
A distant creak of an old porch swing.
The night carries a deathly ring.
A church bell announced that midnight begins.
Waking phantom ghoulish grins.
A Poem by Lizzy Woods
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Elizabeth Woods
My name is Lizzy and I'm a mom, an author, school teacher and an MFA creative writing graduate. I write emotion-filled fiction narratives and mental health articles. This is my website: www.elizabethwoodsauthor.com
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