Halloween Moon
The northern wind blows gently,
summer haze drifts by and by,
autumn flashes colors on tree canopy,
mystique satin swathes the night sky.
Crescent silver moon rises high,
cradles the cat with black fur,
on its jade eyes sparks of fire lie
like emerald flare of shooting star.
With broom the witches fly in delight,
sweep stardust on the sky in a rush,
for the pumpkin to glow in moonlight,
while the green goblin howls harsh.
The wings of bat spread on the moon,
trick or treat children say, unseen,
for the night turns eerie black too soon,
but they’re all awake, for it’s Halloween.
September 30, 2019
Contest : Halloween Moon
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
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