The Season of Death

Death reaches his hands

Shrivels leaves

Rips them up

Soon the ghosts and ghouls will scream

They've waited all year for Halloween

But this death is not a scary thought

In fact it's comforting

For the leaves,

While dried are beautiful

Like a colorful blanket covering your skin

Letting the tree's make new life

And the ghosts are only costumes,

Along with the characters and pets,

So it's not truly scary,

But it's still the season of death

And I love every second of it

Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.

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bumblebea

VT

15 years old

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