Late October
fallen leaves
whose veins etch the ground
in shapes
silent
stirred only by the wind
the gentle nudge of autumn
cool air slides into my soul
a blessed ghost
that dances me like candy in a child's bag
costume urgency of late October
when tradition is the healing floss of fall
as Halloween branches into mini goblins
and witches with bright eyes
a wispy wish for sweets folded into masks
playing tricks of disguise
child creatures trek to lighted houses
that rock 'n roll with treats
no lost sense of direction in springy strides
a jauntiness capped by glee
for childhood in mind uncages sun
warming in nomadic time
to scrub away the paint of age
Written October 14, 2022
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