Spooky
There’s a spooky in the air
Like cinnamon apple cider
Pumpkin spice and falling leaves
Spine tingling like a spider
Dancing while she weaves
The air is chilling
The spooky settles in
Sweeps the empty streets
Brings the evening dim
With lanterns lit
And promised sweets
A whoosh
And a whim
Brings the evening dim
And now the spooky settles in
Hear its whisper on the wind
The wind
Swift and slim
Brings with it the evening dim
At last the spooky settles in.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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