A Little Spirit Left

The morning after Halloween Amidst golden autumn leaves An old white sheet can still be seen Hanging from the eaves Stripped from its bed, this linen ghost We’d set up as our greeter Swaying by the entry post To welcome trick-or-treaters Now that its job is duly done This once-a-year decor Hangs gleaming in the morning sun A simple sheet once more And I realize that I cannot bear To take it down just yet For in its folds I see that there’s A little spirit left.