Spirits and ghouls
fit much better in October.
Their presence remains
to haunt the year over.
We forget those gone
they never were here.
As Spring blooms new growth
we all lose our fear.
The optimist speaks
bright eyes, longer days.
The ghosts disappear,
with shortened night haze.
But they will return
as the summer days end.
And we will be ready
to fear once again.
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Now you're talking my poetic preference here. Oh no, not the spirits and the ghouls, but the rhythm and the rhyme....very cool, in a spooky kind of way.
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