
A Jack-O-Lantern Moon
by Douglas A. Cox
The mist lies in the valleys now
The crickets slow their song,
The Norway maples are aflame,
The leaves won't last too long.
The apples, crimson, crisp and sweet
Hang heavy in the trees
For fruit and leaves the harvest comes
By hand or by the breeze.
Darkness falls and with the dusk
A Jack-O-Lantern moon
Rises with the spirits,
Trick or treat comes soon
And out the doorways now they come
Pirates and fairies all
Down the streets, bags in hand
'Tis Halloween and Fall.
"Boooooooooo. I love yoooooooooooou!"