Halloween
A gentle breeze rustling the dry cornstalks.
A sound is heard, a goblin walks.
A harvest moon suffers a black cat's cry.
Oh' do the witches fly!
Bonfire catches a pumpkin's gleam.
Rejoice, it's Halloween!
- Richard Anderson -
Began stitching on my Spooky Countdown, now... just to keep up!
Blessings nine!
Love the poem and the photo.
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