Halloween

Those familiar streets are left gloomy, only lit by

Dozens of hand carved pumpkins,

Standing stout on their walkway,

Revealing that fresh, rich aroma.

The sound of faded giggles gather between the night,

while the crunch of brittle leaves under me fuse with the wind,

Whispering steadily, and desirably.

Footsteps of black cats, super heroes, and princesses meet the pavement,

their chilled hands, gripped to their evenings souvenirs.

And that's when I know it’s Halloween,

The sleepy sky and cool air promise me so.