
Halloween tonight
was as it should be:
a windy chill,
the frantic scratching
of dead leaves
blowing through
trees;
amber street lamps
glowing dusky
below black
sky;
witches hats leaning,
bed sheets flowing,
angel wings flapping,
monsters in the wind
clustered tightly together
seeking treats -
and with
nervous laughter,
anticipating a
fright,
Boo Radley
just around the
corner.
Poem © 2008 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker