Chill

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

Trick or Treat

When the sun has set Your fate you’ll have met As careful hands hone An expression all your own; Newly carved Your true face takes shape   As the light escapes From your hollowed-out space;   Peering back at me What will I see?   A trick or a treat… Something sweet or scary?