Chickadee sings,
north wind blows,
rosy cheeked children
jump into multi-hued
leaves.
Ghostly howls and
the witches hour,
under the silvery
moon,
children run,
door to door yellin'
"Trick or treat"
Green grass sleeps,
skeletal branches
reach for the sun,
cold faces and runny
noses,
warmth of summer now
gone,
replaced by the icy
grip of winter
