Bereft of winter ghosts, I dreamed all spring
and sleepwalked through the summer
until I noticed leaves and colours turning
and suddenly the world was burning.
Now tendrils of smoke are curling,
twisting into shapes of ghosts and ghouls;
damp rises from the earth each morning,
creeping misty wraiths and lonely souls.
All Hallows Eve is approaching,
winter is around the bend,
I welcome the chill and returning
winter ghosts, my faithful friends.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Today Stacie is celebrating autumn and, keeping in mind that some people don’t celebrate Halloween and others are experiencing a completely different season right now, she has invited us to write a poem of any season. It must be a celebration of that season — make us see, feel, hear & taste the joy in it.