Monday Poetry

Poetry

Samhain

By

Patricia Harris

Rolling pumpkins
glowing eyes,
decaying leaves,
admist costumery…
candy sacks in tiny hands
haunting the streets
until the nights end.

The veil is thinned
on this night of revelry,
It brings the ancestors
to weave the joy into
all that might be .


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