boo

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