Halloween Dream

Vivid, pumpkin-orange lights

Glowing against the black night,

Like pinpoints of ferocious flames

Flickering to life in the crisp air.

Some are clustered separately

In a string of dancing colors.

Others congregate together and

Construct themselves into pairs

Of pointed, hollow-rimmed eyes,

And wide, fanged, grinning mouths.

These autumn means of lighting,

These party lights and jack-o-lanterns

Set the scene for Halloween grandeur.

The festive strings of lights hang

From the dried out corn stalks that

Whisper from the brown October field.

The carved pumpkin heads sit atop

The necks of formidable scarecrows,

Smiling into the dark, howling night

With a gleam and a mania in them.

Welcome to All-Hallow’s Eve.

The fun is in the midnight mayhem,

And tonight has yet to begin.