The air, crisp and cool We see our breath rise We carve pumpkins To have mouths and eyes A scary movie plays On the TV inside Under our beds The spooky things hide A chill down our skin From head to toe Is warmed by cinnamon From a candle’s glow The candy dish, once full… Read More Halloween Night
The blackbirds landed One, two, three Hoping they soon Would eat for free With the colored corn They stuffed their beaks When the cobs were bare They began to seek Their dark eyes shifted Up, down, side For morsels of food Where might they hide? A telling squawk Called the flock To the largest bird… Read More The Blackbirds
As we close the door on September Summer months we fondly remember: Pastel petals saluting the light Sun-soaked they welcome the night That soon overstays its welcome. Petals brown under filtered light Lacy clouds veil the moon at night Color shifts from the flowers To the tree’s open arms In a seasonal embrace We feel… Read More October’s Charm
How do you pick a pumpkin From the pumpkin patch? Is there such a thing As your perfect pumpkin match? Just like you and me They come in many shapes Some appear pristine While others proudly wear their scrapes Tall or short Extra plump or boney thin When a pleasing shape catches your eye That’s… Read More Perfect Pumpkin Match
A black cat purred at my feet One October Eve on Mayflower Street Circling ‘round my legs with her powderpuff tail While I quickly sorted through the mail The tag on her collar tinkled and chimed The engraved name Roxy glinted and shined Just as I was distracted by the flyer in my hand For… Read More Roxy
The trees tell secrets This time of year They’ll whisper and wait Wondering if you’ll hear Their sad songs Their stories Their laughter Their tears All they’ve witnessed All that’s since disappeared
Cornstalk scarecrows Guard pumpkin patches We get scared at the sound Of screeching door latches That seemingly move By themselves on the barn Where ghosts made from sheets Hang from frayed yarn They spin in the wind Disturbing the night Our eyes grow large At the spooky sight We check what we’re seeing Blinking twice… Read More Chill
The old bones creaked They popped and locked From deep in the ground Knobby knees knocked Beneath the dirt In their gravel graves To walk once more Is what the old bones craved To dance together On ivory feet With a clickety-clack They crossed the street Aglow from moonlight On this hallowed eve They haunted… Read More Old Bones
It tiptoes in On summer sandals Over retreating tides Down leave-clogged channels October teases Of treats to come It tricks us whether Fall has begun But it cannot hide The chill in its air Or the game it plays Called Truth or Dare
Jessica M. Collette 
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