The Thinning of the Veil
The crystal ball snow pierced
the biting autumn wind;
parting the dancing, curled, brown leaves,
as they leapt across the lurid landscape.
Jack-o-lanterns and ruby red mums shivered.
Scarecrows on their crossed pickets,
leaned precariously against bales
of salt marsh hay, wafting in the gale.
Remnants of the verdant summer’s
autumnal greenery,
beat the black clouds, blotting the weak,
white light of noon.
Shards of light pricked the haze
adding a dreamlike effect
day….night….
The world awaited Samhain’s Eve.
Snow fell frantically from the firmament
fighting to coat the last of the
pink cone flowers.
And the world was full of the scent of cider and cinnamon.
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