Death Knocks in Hallow Night
A shift in weather brings a chill
in nights of ghosts and ghouls
and some who seek a yearly thrill
of sudden screams and scares.
Play we do with truth and dares
if death may be at your front door
hands stretched across long stares
for candy is not what she may want.
And when my time it’s up I can’t
but she won’t wait another day
across the doorway a bony hand
will grab my soul and disappear.
So in hallow nights another year
full of candy and scary children
I seek no thrills when well I know
death one night will knock I fear.
October 31, 2018
“Tis the night—the night
Of the grave’s delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without,
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they—it is they!”
― Arthur Cleveland Coxe
A Weed Among the Roses
How dazzling this garden
dense with colorful flowers alluring my senses.
Sometimes I pause to rest in the shade by the roses
where the scent my soul cleanses
and entices my dreams to be one among them.
And I lay there content
watching clouds pass me by
while my wishes far fly
wrapped in the sweetest scent.
But this flourishing place cannot breathe
with the weeds side by side
where their roots buried deep
may smother the growth of these flowers,
and therefore I must pluck
from the roots,
all these dreams I let spread like the weeds
that grow wild among roses-
October 18, 2018
“They’re just weeds, love, they don’t belong anywhere.’ Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow.
‘That doesn’t seem very nice. Everything belongs somewhere.”
― Kathryn Hughes, The Letter
Oh how sudden we lose things,
misplace them between disappointments
and the unfulfilled days life brings.
And the sun shines bright, but my hand
shields realities that burns
like summer powdery white sand
on bared feet unprotected,
like hope or my dreams
misplaced or lost as life turns-
October 3, 2018
“It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love