On the Eve of All Hallows
Glowing jack-o’-lanterns
Greet me by the door
Orange faces grinning
Or grimacing in horror
Night perches like a raven
Upon a twisted tree
While on the moaning autumn wind
Withered leaves fly free
Little ghoulies wander
Up and down the streets
Armed with brooms and pitchforks
Seeking tricks and treats
The air is filled with something
More than scents and sounds
Fresh-carved pumpkins, crumbling leaves
And children’s laughs abound
Black cats slick as shadows
Darting here and there
Growls and groans arising
From some creepy lair
The colors of the sky
As the day fades into dusk
Are the same as those of candy corn
Within a giant husk
A witch I am again this year
But the best I’ve ever been
Is the child that I am inside
Who still loves Halloween.
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