Old Hollows Eve

Halloween is a coming

The dried fall leaves swirling in a tornado

in the frigid october air

 

The Old oak tree branches whispering to one another

In a crickity Old time language

 

The Witches brewing brews

in their black at night cauldrens

 

The Wolves and monsters howling

In the light of the Harvest Moon

 

Oh How I cant wait

For Old Hollow Eve's Return

 

Author's Note

this poem popped into my head a few weeks back when I was helping my mother on her paper route, the trees were creaking in the wind and the leaves were blowing around in the street and this just popped into my head..

Reviews

[Kenneth Nicholas Lowe]

This is a very unquiet tribute to Halloween... I shall not forget his writ

[MomzillaNC]

Cute homage to Halloween.

NOTES: It's "All Hallows Eve" not "Old Hollows Eve"
Just a preference, but I think "[olde] time language" is more fitting to the theme.