September 1st
The thrill in the air is stimulating.
Sep 3, 2021
Chills run down my spine.
There’s a thick fog midnight
street lights are barely visible.
This is the night I await
with hunger every year.
It signals so many
wonderful things:
the cooling down
from 90+ degree days,
the upcoming showdown
as nature sheds her skin,
ready for barrenness
leading to new birth.
It also ushers in Halloween
season, which turns me
into the happy-go-lucky
younger version of myself.
Nose pressed in vampire lore,
slasher movies on the screen.
Hands shrouded in black lace.
As I peer through the fog,
taking in the sublime beauty,
I whisper silently, welcome old friend.
