Pumpkin Moon

The candles are lit

though the flames are sputtering

for waxy drops of dewy water

are fluttering from clouds

that have crept up on loose decks

on this day

the All Howls do play

and cavort and mix and mingle withthe souls of the living

and those dearly departed

pranks and tricks

and we stay inside safely hid

from goblinsand ghouls

and god knows what strange coals

that lurk and wander and meander and mean

our pumpkins are orange

and luscious and set uponthe steps

and in hallways

and kitchens

filled with light

commemorating this night

Hallows Eve

when the spirits are known to play

and cats green eyes

that reflect in the light

holding the mystery of many a dark night

and so in the whisper of the wind

and the painted faces of strangers

the yearning of the night is shown

and the clearing of danger is illuminated

as the last of the smiling childrens faces is

tucked neatly into bed

and the whisper and the howl is safely shut out of the room

curtains and whispers pulled tight against the dark gyrations

of anothernight

under the Harvest moon

glowing ferociously bright

like a flashlight under the covers

on a late night

reading stories through the wee hours

of adventure and suspense

mystery and amore

and so,as the lights are hushed

and our ancestors walk the moors

and the last little hush falls upon the shores

I say a prayer for all the lost souls

and souls to come

that have only to pray for more

feel love in thy bosom

allow it to grow

more and more

and sleep

soft dreams

that hold the promise of sooo much more to come...

In the golden light of the waning

pumpkin moon