poem of the day October 31 

Halfway between

equinox & solstice

lies the spooky realm 

of All Hallows Eve

The opening portal

of living with the dead

A strange unsettled time

when the vapors 

of ghosts & goblins mingle

with innocent laughing

halloween costumed children

eagerly hunting candy

Night knocking on doors 

where everyone shouts

TRICK OR TREAT

mostly unaware 

of the ancient meaning