Poem – We Enter the Season of All Hallows Eve

In the shadowed hours of waning light,

All Hallows Eve draws near, the veil grows thin,

When whispers of spirits take flight,

And autumn’s song takes on a haunting din.

The harvest moon, with its eerie glow,

Casts enchantments upon the land,

As nature, in its mystical flow,

Bows to the touch of this spectral hand.

Leaves, once ablaze, now crumble and fade,

Their vibrant hues succumb to the night,

As whispers of winter creep around unafraid,

And darkness dances in the fire’s dying light.

The air, with its chill, bears secrets untold,

Echoes of bygone tales and forgotten lore,

As the earth, in its slumber, begins to fold,

Embracing the shift, the change at its core.

Beneath the shroud of the dimming sun,

Ghosts of the past rise from their sleep,

All Hallows Eve beckons the night to come,

As shadows lengthen and secrets seep.

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope,

A promise of rebirth, of light to come,

For in the cycle’s dance, there’s a broader scope,

Where the night yields to the brightening drum.

So as the veil thins and the spirits near,

And the seasons twist in their ancient weave,

We find solace in the shift, not fear,

Embracing the coming of All Hallows Eve.
~Suzanne Wagner~