Spooky Season

When the air is crisp,

with a chilly breeze,

fall puts a spell on me.

The leaves fall in a wisp,

as an artist weaves-

a portrait of the fiery sea.

Though, it’s not February,

love seeps through the air.

For all things spooky, and scary,

as we celebrate autumn without a care.

Bats fly above ours heads, as night-

falls, casting the stars a glow.

They are the land’s spooky light,

as we enjoy our time before the snow.

Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.



16 years old

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