Tee hee hee, it’s only my favorite season of the year! Meh to winter, spring, and summer–autumn is my time.
I delight in the cooling temperatures, pursuing the aisles for everything black and orange. In the wintertime, I like to listen to carols but for Halloween, I love to fall into the rhymes of a spooky verse.
All Souls’ Night, 1917
Hortense King Flexner
You heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.
I love how these verses evoke the somberness of season with a concise eloquence. It doesn’t take several stanzas to build such a mood–it’s present from the first line.
Theme in Yellow
I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o’-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.
Who isn’t transported their grandpa’s farm in the heart of October? This poem is rich with imagery.
Dusk in Autumn
The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
A timid twinkling golden star,
That watches likes an eye.
And thro’ the nursery window-pane
The witches have a fire again,
Just like the ones we make,—
And now I know they’re having tea,
I wish they’d give a cup to me,
With witches’ currant cake.
I love the story within, this reminds me of a Halloween poem that you would find on a vintage postcard.
I do hope that these poems get you into the spirit ❤ I tend to have a theme with my favorites. I prefer poems that short and snappy, that don’t require intense buildup. It’s easy for me to be distracted, but all three of these poems suck me into their eerie worlds.
Sweet Halloween Tidings
Poems found on poets.org
Gorgeous Gothic image found on pixabay.com