On Halloween our lane
travels to many a year ago
electricity it vanishes
and only the hearths and candles glow
Gaslights burn dim and wise
where vehicles no longer park
trees grow twice their size
beneath the moonlit dark
Sidewalks revamp themselves in brick
the leaf strewn road as well
on the corner lives a fickle witch
with a charm and a fortune to sell
On Halloween our lane
travels to many a year ago
Jack O’lanterns haunt the hollows
in the old oak and maple grove
The library’s bedighted tower
is where its cavorting ghosts are seen
some demonstrate their power
and roam free on All Hallows Eve
Cloaks fly out at the horned owl’s cry
we’ll be off to join the bonfire bash
they’ll serve hot cider and pumpkin pie
as we chant our wicked balderdash
On Halloween our lane
travels to many a year ago
the impish cats and spirited bats
prance their dance with the crows.








hello dearest poet a beautiful Halloween it is you’ve captured the spirit with a masterful flow I’m dressing up today to be part of the fun ❤️
Thank you for the read and comment, my friend. I hope you have an enchanted time!