Hallowee'en
Dark and blustery cold,
no snow here now but south of here,
slammed.
Memory fragments come to me,
images of hallowe'ens of before.
Costumes, alternate persona's,
apparitions, ghosts,
witches,
goblins,
and the dreaded
zombies.
We could make a costume out of anything,
Those days.
These days,
a costume comes off the shelf.
I remember being a hobo
or a witch with an old crinkly black dress
that sat in a box in the attic.
Was it Fanny's mourning dress?
Though I know that tomorrow it will all seem different,
today we feel the past like no tomorrow,
Hallowe'en
Dark and blustery cold,
no snow here now but south of here,
slammed.
Memory fragments come to me,
images of hallowe'ens of before.
Costumes, alternate persona's,
apparitions, ghosts,
witches,
goblins,
and the dreaded
zombies.
We could make a costume out of anything,
Those days.
These days,
a costume comes off the shelf.
I remember being a hobo
or a witch with an old crinkly black dress
that sat in a box in the attic.
Was it Fanny's mourning dress?
Though I know that tomorrow it will all seem different,
today we feel the past like no tomorrow,
Hallowe'en
Marvelous write!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mama Zen, have a great day! mary
ReplyDeletewonderful.
ReplyDeletemust be decades since last I went to celebrate Halloween. Thank you for the memories. Please have a good new month ahead.
Thanks Robert and likewise to you and yours. mary
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