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Wintry Threnodies

As autumn falls silent under evening's snow, 
sheltered seeds don winter's coat below. 
Sleeping silently beneath winter's breath, 
trees fold into a counterfeit death. 

A magical moment when the sun stands still,
winter begins with a brisk, cold chill. 

Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies, 
glistens frosty precip amenities. 
Amidst frigid fields, icicles drip. 
Cardinals swoop midstream for a sip.

Mice tucked warmly under subnivean snow,
moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau. 
Betwixt two of astral stars,the moon hangs bright, 
eerie wolf howls echo through the night. 

Playful trickery as spring buds pop their head.
Winter snaps, not yet, and tucks them back in bed. 

[rhythmic and end rhyme]
Rhythmic and end rhyme 
Wintry Threnodies
As autumn falls silent under evening's snow, 
sheltered seeds don winter's coat below.
Trees fold into a counterfeit death
sleeping silently amidst winter's breath.

A magical moment, the sun stands still-
winter begins with a brisk, cold chill.     

Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies, 
glistening frosty precip amenities. 
Amid a frozen field, icicles drip.
Cardinals swoop mid-stream for a sip.

Between two stars, the moon hangs bright,
wolf howls echo through the night.
Mice tucked warmly under a subnivean snow,
moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau.

February trickery, spring buds pop their head, 
Winter snaps- not yet, and puts them back to bed. 


wintry winds whistling 
a graceful genuflection,
Autumn's last dance-

climactic moment
nightide meets at Winter's gate
light concatenates

November Poems

burnt, buff, earthy, 
ushering in sienna hues,
autumn's display 
#HaikuSaturday #haikuchallenge #haiku
@Bleu_Owl
leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate as
psithurism plays

wooing fall wind
passes through her,
catching her breathe

burnt, buff, earthy, 
ushering in sienna hues,
changing seasons. 

susurration whispering, murmuring, or rustling.
"the susurration of the river"
susurrous adj susurrous breeze
Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers 

gentle winds
trees sway 
psithurism's whisper

Needles oscillate, 
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
quiet and rhythmic 

Romantic whispers of
mixed forest, 
psithurism
#HaikuSaturday #haiku  @Bleu_Owl 
he felt the gentle psithurism of her heart. "a psithurism seemed to pass through her, as when a full-foliage tree is caught by the wooing south wind."

the gentle psithurism passed through her, stirring her heart.
Broad-leaf-whistles, and needles oscillate in a psithurism wind
Her heart stirred by romantic whispers, she catches her breathe.

seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends- (love)
the rings inside

of a wooed heart,
she catches her breathe

Wooing fall wind
passes through her,
she catches her breathe

a gentle psithurism 
passes through,
catching her breathe 

tree whispers
back porch sharing
girl's retreat

leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate in
a psithurism wind

changing seasons
falling sienna hues
counting blessing
Snuggled in a blanket, 
thick socks warm my toes. 
A hot latte melts my insides. 
A cold breeze tickles my nose.
warm colors
delightful flowers
reminiscing
Sitting in my deer stand, on a cold November morning when twenty turkeys stroll by —it's deer season. No one will believe me so I pulled out my phone to take pictures. I look up, and a turkey looks straight at me. Click! 
He did not see a single deer, but this is part of nature's mystery.

Sitting in my morning blind,
twenty turkeys stroll by—
it's deer season. 

No one will believe a
turkey looks straight at me
Click. 

(Turkey to hunter-my son)
Not a deer did he see
Oh, what fun he had
taking pictures of me. 

My son's story about his first day of deer season this year. #HaikuSaturday #haiku 
@Bleu_Owl
Trees whisper in the wind as the gentle river flows downstream before the coming storm—a girls' retreat and back porch sharing. We listen. Leaves whistle one last time in a psithurism wind before letting go. As sienna hues blanket the ground, we count our blessings with each falling leaf.

Even with the coming seasonal changes, we are to enjoy the present. Yet, knowing storms will come as the seasons shift. Here is where we trust the Lord to bring in the beauty of each moment as we walk through life's changes.

leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate in
a psithurism wind
Time is always moving forward to its finality. As a fixed entity, time has an unchangeable purpose and is set for a season of salvation to measure man's free will.
a fixed entity
rushing to finality
time
When dreams and opportunity collide, a star is born 
#HaikuSaturday #haiku 
@Bleu_Owl
 
dreams collide
with opportunity
a star is born
Ideas fall like rain
thoughts soak the ground
savor slowly
Molecules and particles meet
testing each other
establishing boundaries 
sandillion

Sarah and Hagar
Twelve sons from each
A Lion and a wild donkey,
battle for supremacy
in the Middle East  
Warm Pie
Weeping Meringue
Well, let's eat! 
misty, moisty morning
hovering fog clouds
kissing the dew
not a thing or object,
but momentary memories
that echoes the past or echoing the past.
the gentle psithurism  
of a wooed heart, 
she catches her breathe 
Psithurism- the sound of wind in the trees.
Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers 

Trees sway, needles 
oscillate to a
psithurism's whisper

Needles oscillate 
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
a quiet rhythmic psithurism.

rhythmic sway of a leaf-whistle

Romantic whispers of
mixed forest, 
psithurism 
the night sky frolics
    under silvery moonbeams
    in stillness, dreams come

    night recedes behind the stars-
    no thought to pending troubles
    tomorrow sleeps
Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers 

gentle winds
trees sway 
psithurism's whisper

Needles oscillate, 
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
a quiet rhythmic psithurism.

Romantic whispers of
mixed forest, 
psithurism
#HaikuSaturday #haiku  @Bleu_Owl 
Pursue truth by
protecting the vote, then
Justice is procured-
Vote legally

Sept and Oct: Fall Poems, Stories and Haikus

Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing golden hues. 

short version
Face eastward
Harvest moon rises
radiating aureate hues
seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends-
the rings inside
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. 
side dish
cinnamon apples
sweet fall treat 
Scarecrows come to town
New straw hat and overalls
Storefront greeters. 
#HaikuSaturday #haiku 
harvest in
new updo
festival time
warm days, cool breeze 
candy apples, hayrides 
fall fun 
cool breeze comes
summer seeds fall
waiting to be reborn

Summer's heat softens 
with autumn golden hues,
coming stillness.
#HaikuSaturday #haiku
Autumn Breeze by RLBrown

Autumn’s hues
cast a spell of
tranquility 

tickled pink
sun's in-sync
rising star
Inner autumn calls,  
embracing a
seasonal change.  

The wind howls 
for rest,
as light narrows.

Counterfeit death nears
God’s grace is 
revealed.

With the last harvest 
winter comes, 
the weary soul find rest.

@Blue_Owl #HaikuSaturday Grace


Winter grants Fall's wish 
for an encore flower dance, 
frost procrastinates.

Summer's warmth lingers.
Harvest-in, farmer's delight-
Sweet whispers of thanks. 

Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
Posted Haiku Foundation for Early Harvest Aug 2022
Indian Summer
Harvest-in, farmer's delight-
Sweet whispers of thanks. 
The Last Harvest
By RL Brown

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 aureate hues. 

(short version)
Face eastward
Harvest moon rises
radiating aureate hues


Extravagant colors!
A 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. 
frozen heart
a kind touch
melting point
When your soul has lost the fear of God’s design, you travel the road of fools.
When your soul’s meaningful purpose is lost, you search for your significance.
When you separate your soul from your heart, you fall into depths of despair.
When your soul is empty, you fill it with things.
When your soul yearns for love, you sacrifice your character.
But...
When your soul listens for God's whisper, you discern the words of the fool.
When your soul is filled with meaning, you find your purpose.
When your soul is linked to Jesus, you are filled with understanding.
When your soul is full, you pour out God’s wondrous love.
When your soul is loved, you stand your ground.
Truth-
Jesus is the solid rock, immovable and perfect.
God’s design is for you to know HIM.
Freedom -the ability to think freely/by RL Brown

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August Poems

Morning stillness
Rhythmic movement
Zephyr and leaf

#HaikuSatuday #haikuchallenge 
My brother passed away on July 28. His funeral was at the Biloxi National Cemetery on August 16. At the end of his funeral, a gentle southern breeze blew during the final prayer. 
Signs of the time, 
policies align
a shift in the fault line. 
Is America given another chance to redeem herself? November's vote will tell.
Wind rustles the leaves 
Trees shimmer, yawning deeply 
Anticipation

Rustling leaves
Yawning trees
Anticipating fall
seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends-
the rings inside
the night sky frolics
    under silvery moonbeams
    in stillness, dreams come

    night recedes behind the stars-
    no thought to pending troubles
    tomorrow sleeps
cool breeze comes
summer seeds fall
waiting to be reborn

Summer's heat softens 
with autumn golden hues,
coming stillness.

2024 July Poems and more

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temperature rising
the sun's playful banter
evening's delight
Evening's warm hues 
cast a spell 
of tranquility.
brewing storms
turbulent waters
troubled horizon
“Enchanted Pool” by T Watchman John-18th century

The Lie said to the Truth, "Let's take a bath together, the water is very nice. 
The Truth, still suspicious, tested the water and found out it really was nice. So they got naked and bathed.
 But suddenly, the Lie leapt out of the water and fled, wearing the clothes of the Truth. 
 The Truth, furious, raced out of the pond to get her clothes back.
 But the World, upon seeing the naked Truth, looked away, with anger and contempt.
 Poor Truth returned to the pond  and disappeared forever, hiding her shame. 
Since then, the Lie runs around the world, dressed as the Truth, and society is very happy-because the world has no desire to know the naked Truth.
Painting:  “Enchanted Pool” by T Watchman John-18th century
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author anonymous 
Poison ivy, poison oak,
who cares? Itching everywhere.
Gloves on, reading a book.

Butterfly wings
shimmering in the sunlight,
a refractile kaleidoscope
or
Refractile kaleidoscope
shimmering sunlight-
butterfly wings

evening shadow on
crisscrossing paths,
uninterrupted 
a rhythmic beat
slow slow quick quick slow
sandy footprints

slow, slow, quick-quick slow
light dances on the water
footprints in the sand

a rhythmic beat
slow slow quick quick slow
lover's cadence




Yes, Flowers Have Favorites, too!

Fuzzy bees that run the world, 
busy beats, their wings uncurled. 
Orchard bees seek apple trees,
guided by a fragrant breeze.
Bees create a honey treat- 
of lavender so pure and sweet. 

Fragrant flowers spread their scent,
whiffs, and swirls in spring’s advent. 
Flowers mixed with pollen threads, 
blooming hues of blues and reds. 
Golden pearls spread all about,
gathered by a little scout.

Tiny dancers run the world, 
silent beats, their wings impearled. 
Butterflies from all around
follow scents that hug the ground.
Dancing feet atop a bloom, 
search for nectar to consume. 

Clustered flowers, vivid hues
Yellows, reds but no blues, 
Flower seeds secure their worth,
stretch their roots in fertile earth.
Coneflowers and scattered seeds- 
paired best with butterfly weeds. 

Nature’s treeswifts guide the world, 
Hums and beats, their wings unfurled. 
Hummingbirds need constant fuel.
Trumpet flowers attract this jewel.
Forward, backward, upside down.
These dashing fliers zip around. 

Golden flowers, brilliant blooms 
Entice birds with shiny plumes.
Blazing Star to Geranium,
Coral Bells to Delphinium. 
Flower meadows, patchwork plots,
Scattered seeds in local lots.

June Poems and more

Swimming with cousins and playing with friends, 
hoping summer will never end.
Hopscotch with sea shells, swinging high through the air, outside till dark and roaming free without a care.
Farmer's market down the street loaded with snacks ready to eat. 
Family picnics with seed-spitting contests and fresh corn on the cob— the simple things show how blessed you are. 
An early morning thought:
I snuggle in a blanket with socks to warm my toes.
A hot latte warms my insides and a cool breeze tickles my nose.
I slow down and take some time
to enjoy this savory view. 

a realized dream
worked for embodies 
a bigger adventure. 
(or leads to a)
Nature's mystery sprightly beads nestle betwixt succulent leaves  

Pearly light of glistening eyes echoes a dance of the coming spring.
skywater blue
rippling, replenishing
a hidden gems 

skywater blue falls
rippling, revealing life's 
bioluminescence 
Picture by BronteBrown
FFBay AR
Back and forth
the ground swishes
with zephyr thoughts
 
hammock swishing, brain on neutral
Skipping through the air, my shadow and I were in perfect sync. Skipping hand in hand, our shadows in perfect sync.
icy shields replaced 
with watery trails and
slippery slime.

or slippery biofilm. 
Find clarity in 
a world of words with 
perspicacious zeal.     

In God's Word, 
seek perspicacious  
clarity.    

His mysteries
revealed by
the Holy Spirit.

Mysteries revealed
perspicacious zeal
breakthroughs
Spring arrives as 
the sun melts the crusty earth
solar rays tickle the fertile dirt; 
sheltered seeds shed their winter coats,
earthworms dig underground moats.

Spring sings while 
a gentle zephyr carries light seeds; 
loam provides for their needs, 
temperamental clouds scatter showers 
in time to enjoy spring flowers!
Feminine esse'
Sparkling soul
muliebrity

sparkling esse'
marked muliebrity
her soul

Inner and outer beauty shines when the esse' of a woman's soul sparkles. Glimpses for a man to see and lifetime to understand. 
 
RL Brown
This was in definite need of a rewrite. 
When a woman's inner and outer beauty shines as one, and the kindness of her soul sparkles, the esse' of femininity is truly seen. 
Complementary 
muliebrity of feminine
beauty, shines.

Complementary 
feminine muliebrity 
beauty, shines.

complementary muliebrity,
her soul sparkles with
femininity's essence.
Odd occurrences, 
the laundry basket is empty-
every sock is matched.
Ladybug, Ladybug, 
where are you?
My roses serving lunch,
aphids on the menu. 
Vast political views
peevish divisive verve
schismatic vexing vibe
@Bleu_Owl vast, verve, vibe
short form
Vast views
schismatic verve
vexing vibe
distance horizon 
turbulent waters 
trouble coming--
or
distance troubles
storms on the horizon
turbulence ahead. 
or
brewing storms
turbulent waters
troubled horizon
Evening's warm hues 
cast a spell 
of tranquility
summer tune
buzzing harmonies or 
soulful harmonies

cicadas sing a soulful tune in sync with a summer harmony
In sync
a soulful tune
summer's harmony in sync
cicadas sing. 
Farmer's market
Saturday mornin' delight
I'm broke. 
Warm Pie
Weeping Meringue
Well, let's eat! 
@Bleu_Owl warm, weep, well 
Smultronställe - A Place For You
rare moment of peaceful tranquility 

Trunnel leaf canopy on road forming an archway.

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April Poems and more

pattern pathways
inviting scenes
adventures await. 
Mångata reverie
a playful cadence,
lovers leap
birdsong cease
spiders drop their web
elliptical darkness
a prismatic wash of golden rain, sweet benison. 
A prismatic wash of golden rain, sweet benison. 
#HaikuSaturday #haiku 
@whiptailjournal @Bleu_Owl
 
Green grass everywhere. 
My grass is green, and my blueberries are turning.
Spring is here.
Good morning, Sunshine!
Taking in the day, no plans.
Boketto moments. 
 
Boketto gazing is a mind free of thought- just breathe.  (my definition)
Source: Lost in Translation by Ella Frances Sanders
Glimmering moonbridge,
Playful beams skipping off black water.
Mångata reverie
(Swedish noun)

shimmering cadence,
of light and dark skipping 
along an ocean moon bridge,
a playful Mångata

moonlight skips on dark waters 
raining pink petals
seeds of new life- 
genesis
sweet benison of
sunlit air and golden rain,
a prismatic wash 
April 2023
morning beauty
bathe in sunlight
glistening pearls
Meraki essence 
creatively giving
flower or poem,
Meraki.
meh ruh kai













The moon so tiny hides the sun. 
Settle in for nighttime fun.
Protective glasses on your face,
time to watch the moon's race.
When the diamond disappears,
a glowing moon appears.
Now the sun is completely hidden, so looking at me is no longer forbidden. 
Once the diamond reappears, look away or beware of flowing tears.










	


	





	

		
Easter’s Story By Bronte Brown 2
	


	
	

		

The Troubadour’s Song: Renewal of Hope








The Troubadour's Song: Renewal of Hope

As Judas, in his willful rejection, walked daily beside Jesus, a contrasting hope was about to be born.

Judas’ callous heart longed for an earthly king, which led to betrayal with a sealed traitor’s kiss.

Blind ignorance prevailed. The Pharisees denied their Messiah, and Jerusalem cried out, unable to see. 

A despairing loss, overcome by fear, caused hope to flee. Peter denied Him.

Overwhelming grief filled John. He cannot contain his tears as his Messiah died.

Dementia cried out. Darkness enveloped the cross as death’s grip shook the earth.

We, too, walk daily beside the true Messiah, unmoved by the truth and unable to see the light of hope. 

Heartbreaking loneliness, man’s despair descended to hell’s depths. Where is hope?





YET, 

The morning light hummed with renewed hope. The eternal, wrapped in clay, set Terra free. The Troubadour sang, illuminating the darkness with the song of salvation.

His message rings true: a gift of grace freely given honors choice. The church’s song is the gospel story of God’s eternal plan. 

When the harvest is complete, marking the end of the church age, Israel will  again have a hand in redeeming man. 
























The Christmas Story: The Arrival of the Troubadour





The Arrival of the Troubadour

Anticipation filled the air. To the Father’s delight, Emmanuel was born as a beacon in a world shrouded in darkness. The Eastern Star shone brightly through the night, illuminating the path to future hopes. 

The Word sang a melody for my heart, a beautiful and poignant tune that resonates within the soul. For those with ears to hear, it was soft and gentle. Like the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wings, a whispered message arrived.

Gabriel announced the arrival of the King; Jesus dwelt among us. The prophecies of old were fulfilled, awakening a sanguine hope for mankind’s redemption. 

The longing for heaven’s echo of the Troubadour’s aria in a songless world. The dawning light of a new beginning quenches our thirst, bringing renewed hope in man’s redemption story.
















Beginning of a New Year

The dawning light
 of a new beginning 
 slates our thirst.

Arousing
 a sanguine hope
 for the coming year.

A salubrious optimism
 laced with intent,
 tempered.










	


	





	

		
March 2024 Rhymes Poems and more
	


	
	

		





Dance Off by Rhonda Brown

There’s nothing like a country bear 
dancing at the county fair. 
Joining in, a city sow 
twirling to a graceful bow.
Hand-to-hand in promenade stance, 
two partners, ready to dance.
With’a two-step wiggle bop, 
jumping to a wobble hop.
Polly pocket shuffle scoot, 
showing off in leather boots.





histrionics
the love of storytelling
stories of old  (or a mother's voice)














Here was second option: 
Hallo's Eve comes once a year 
when certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead, 
filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-O-Lantern fools the gnome, 
we're disguised, free roam. 
Around the corner, house insight, 
dare we run with all our might. 
Safe inside we dance with glee. 
Jack-O-Lantern smiles at me.













flowers to fruit
white to green, green to purple
spring stemming
































Nouns and verbs are predictable for lemming.
Good and better are a miss for stemming.
Having some fun
Word game done
Confused, no one is condemning. #LimerickSunday #linguistics 









March fantasy
orange blossoms, a delicate scent
lingering love 









Orange blossoms
a delicate scent of 
lingering love
March fantasy













Spring

Slipping through 
the morning's dew
sunlight cracks the dawn 

chee-pippety-chee
songbirds greet morning’s first light-
with an arias of praise

kitty in the weeds
a blue jay’s catcall-warning,
a tail twitching taunt

cool zephyr breeze
flows over tender grasses 
goose pimples giggle.

a rye bluegrass mix,
tickles bare feet, 
soothe the soul
doubly comfy, AAh- (45)

Rudbeckia titters, 
roots stretch in fertile earth.
Pollinizers play.

dainty wings unfurled,
Diana Fritillary-
dances atop blooms.

deep within the earth's roots
generational stories
intertwine





Here are the remaining full moons in 2024:
April 23: Pink Moon.     
May 23: Flower Moon. 
June 21: Strawberry Moon.        
July 21: Buck Moon.      
Aug. 19: Sturgeon Moon       
Sept. 17: Harvest Moon.  
Oct. 17: Hunter’s Moon.      
Nov. 15: Beaver Moon.     
Dec. 15: Cold Moon.









March 
hurricane prelude 
whirlybirds in the wind 
bliss ignorance  

wrapped by clouded storms,  
dark tornadoes,  
the March winds rumble. 





https://www.azcentral.com/story/entertainment/life/2024/03/04/march-full-moon-2024-worm-moon/72513764007 





Moons of March


the sky looks at Earth with
the dark eye of a new moon,
spring winks 

seeds shed winter's shield
roots stretch in fertile dirt-
March winds howl for spring.

loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the Worm Moon

Spring’s foretokens
Marsh marigolds in damp fields
butterflies delight


Sugar Moon shines down-
sweet maples release sap,
March winds breathe change

Terrestrial tides collide,
rising high, but twice a year.
Sun and Moon stand poised

a morrowless day
arriving on the Equinox,
perfectly balanced

Skywatchers wait
for spring's first Full Moon,
the frozen Earth relents.














Copperheads 
seek to fill their bellies, 
Cicadas beware. 





raining pink petals
seeds of new life- 
genesis 





Sky-watchers tarry as the moons of March herald change,
 
Spring's first Full Moon
frozen earth relents. 









Rusted ceiling bolts 
serve as a reminder 
of the old porch swing.

Life ends, yet
lives on where (when)
memories flow. 





the lack of coziness
and warmth, e-books
no page turns,
miss flipping 





March Equinox, 
perfectly balanced,
spring arrives.









Moons of March
Sky looks down on Earth with the dark eye of a new moon,
spring winks at the stars. 
Seeds shed winter's shield, roots stretch in fertile dirt-
March winds howl for spring.
Muddling nightcrawlers rise under the Worm Moon- 
loam stirs, breaking free.
Foretoken of spring, marsh marigolds in damp fields
Hoverflies delight.
The Sugar Moon shines as silver Maples release sweet sap, 
March winds heralding change.
Terrestrial tides collide, rising high, but twice a year,
the sun and moon poised.
The March Equinox, a perfectly balanced day,
spring arrives. 

	


	





	

		
50 Precious Words March 2024
	


	
	

		

Dance Off by Rhonda Brown

There’s nothing like a country bear 
dancing at the county fair. 
Joining in, a city sow 
twirling to a graceful bow.
Hand-in-hand promenade stance, 
two partners, ready to dance.
With’a two-step wiggle-bop, 
jumping to a wobble-hop.
Polly pocket shuffle scoot, 
showing off in leather boots.













THE #50PRECIOUSWORDS 2024 INTERNATIONAL WRITING CONTEST IS CLOSED







Here was second option: 
Hallo's Eve comes once a year 
when certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead, 
filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-O-Lantern fools the gnome, 
we're disguised, free roam. 
Around the corner, house insight, 
dare we run with all our might. 
Safe inside, we dance with glee. 
Jack-O-Lantern smiles at me.