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We Inch Our Way Toward Halloween

Poetry

Photo by Diogo Nunes on Unsplash

We inch our way toward Halloween
the graveyard of Fall
you can hear the owl argue with the night
the long cold darkness of winter

Soon the bare trees will be tombstones
stripped of their bright leaves
winter’s cold Wendigo bite sinking deep
our bones will feel the cold saturating them

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Gregory D. Welch

Gregory D. Welch

Kentucky Poet, Scribbler & Blogger. 100,000+ views. Changing the world one scribble at a time. Let's connect: linkedin.com/in/gdwelch