By Bob W Christian

On this night, darkness
Is covering the land.
Shadows are rolling out
A supernatural shroud.

Ghosts of memories past,
Wearing masks, playing,
Dancing like the candles
In your Jack o’Lanterns

Under this wet October
Moon, fires burn brightly.
Our skyclad rituals, to
Thank Mother Earth,

With offerings left for
Spirits of the long-since
Departed family and friends…
Loved ones now passed.

Lights guiding the way
Home, for one night of
Laughter and reminiscing,
Until we meet once more.

Blessed Samhain

(C)BobChristianpoetry