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2026

October slips in on a copper wind,
With amber leaves that twist and spin.
Maple branches blaze like fire in the sky,
While scarlet shadows stretch as the crows fly by.

The mornings sparkle with silver frost,
And mist curls softly where daylight is lost.
Crisp apples glow in baskets of red,
While smoky wood fires crackle overhead.

Pumpkins sit glowing beside the door,
And leaves whisper softly across the floor.
The moon hangs pale in a deepening blue,
As chilly winds carry the scent of rain through.

October, you shimmer, you rustle, you glow—
A season of endings dressed up in gold.
You paint every pathway, rooftop, and tree
With the wild, brilliant colors of autumn’s last sea.

Whispers on All Hallows’ Eve

Beneath a pale and ghostly moon,
The shadows stir, the ravens croon.
Pumpkins grin with jagged light,
Guides for spirits in the night.

Leaves like whispers dance and spin,
While witches weave their charm within.
A distant howl, a creaking door,
Footsteps echo—then no more.

The air is thick, the world askew,
As dreams and nightmares wander through.
So tread with care, keep lanterns near,
For Halloween brings tricks—and fear.

CREEPY!

BOO!