Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam.
House to house we seek sweet treats
pumpkin lights line the street.
Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.
Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.
Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.
Safe inside we dance with glee
Jack-o-Lantern smiles at me.
The Halloween Parade The Gathering
Pumpkin lanterns glimmer golden and bright. Hallow’s Eve excitement fills the valley tonight.
But who stirs in the dark? Vincent the Bat Vincent roams the skies by night, sniffing out nectar to bite. The flowers all hide, from this mischievous glide,
then open by dawn’s first light.
Nettie, the Garden Spider Nettie the spider tosses silk threads. The wind sweeps her over the farmstead. Free now to roam, in search of a home, she spins a web by the woodshed.
Pumpkin Pete Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch looking grim, wishing a spooky face suited him. Along comes a charmer, a masterful carver. Pete beams at guests entering the inn.
The Arrival Parade On one spooky Halloween night, friends wander under the moonlight. Gathering at the inn, all welcome within, Pete lights the inn warm and bright.
Closing Couplets Lanterns glow golden and bright. Laughter rings out through the night.
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Autumn’s Play fall's first scent- hovering between seasons
leaf-whistles rise, needles sway in psithuric wind
burnt, buff, earthy, sienna settling in, autumn at play
Wind rustles the leaves Trees shimmer yawning deeply Anticipation
Autumn equinox, the balance of light and dark, time juncture converts.
Turn your face eastward. Fall moon on the horizon blazing golden hues.
Extravagant colors! The migratory birds last song. Light wanes for evening.
Nature's splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed.
Inner autumn calls, time to embrace season’s change. The wind howls for rest.
Light narrows yet shines. Truth displayed for all to see, God’s bountiful grace.
Counterfeit death nears. The last harvest, winter comes. Weary souls find rest.
October Haiku
little ones frolic
under silvery moonbeams
till stillness comes
a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps
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a shimmering dance
a seasonal rain
blurred lines of change
Kathy Halsey
@infowoman1
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Oct 9
Replying to
@RhondaLBrown2
"Blurred lines of change", the consonance, the rhyme, make this divine.
a single-cosmos
harmonious symmetry
its own star system
#haiku
#HaikuSaturday
Photo by RL Brown, a single flower from a field of cosmos in South Korea
The Korean Folk Village
weeping willows
water lanterns
twilight shift
Rhonda Bronte Brown is a National Board-Certified Teacher and retired teacher/counselor whose work has appeared in Better Than Starbucks, The Trouvaille Review, Meat for Tea, The Orchards Poetry Journal and The Best Haiku 2025 international anthology and several online journals. She holds both a BS and a Master’s degree and writes children’s literature and poetry exploring nature, SEL, and STEM.
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