There is an old familiar breeze in the air. Its the same one I look for every year about this time. There is a certain chill in the air that proclaims the end of all warm days for months to come. Yes, winter is almost here.
Title: First Sight of Halloween
Dead leaves blown along,
Black, cold, hard, and wet asphalt
Signal Halloween.
Title: The Face of Storms
Angry, round, black clouds
Severe winds without conscience
Bend trees, cities, men.
Title: Gothic Halloween
Dark souls rise aloft
Without censor, lust abounds
Clinching clean eyes shut
1 comment:
Hits like a brick...a great read.
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