Bats Beckon the Harvest Moon

Movements

scraping leaves

tiny girl 

rustled

cool wind memories

amidst

red, orange, and gold

apples and pumpkins

window soft howlings

momentary heartache

links autumnal souls

Green, purple, yellow

Pumpkins whisper a farewell

Renewed is my love

Three upon the green

Resurrecting E A Poe

The murder takes flight

Pyres glow from hilltops

Three crows flutterswoop the woods

Omen Druids know

Western Octobers

Every day an afternoon

Carved masks reappear

Haunted Hike

Moonless night

On our haunted hike

Limbs creep

Murky trail

Silence melts

Fingernail leaves 

A soft whisper

Hairs on end

Jack-o-lantern blinks

It’s that time again

Charnel

the raven flies 

from her black hole

looking back 

on her dead soul

the nightmare awaits

until I am blind

dead ends and apparitions 

are what I find

beneath my window

black cats fight

some thing grins

in the shadows of the night