31/10/2021 - First Hallowe'en

 "What makes the veil so thin?"

The question flickers as I

creep through the hallway.

Plastic masks and crepe paper memories

of orange and black

Stare down at me.

Unthreatening - and even comforting -

I cannot find them menacing.

Yet, I am not quite certain now

what is beyond...

Fingers I cannot see, or hear, or find,

coax notes from the piano keys...

Laughter echoes behind me

while my family wait ahead...

And the trees in the Wild Wood

reflect the glow of the Samhain flame,

Lit from the bonefire

as summer died and winter came.