All Hallows' Eve
Under the porch light, witches three
chalk cheeks, but blacked
around the eyes
(supposed to look like death, but not exact)
hold out their bags; each cries
“Drop in your stuff
you owe us, see?”
We think: “Agree! Agree!”
Then two cool guys, age fifteen anyway,
in tux-like suits and angled hats
carrying pillow cases; “drop in your stuff you rats”
(they are about to draw their gats),
they seem to say, “you owe us see ”.
“ How great you look” say we
they break the spell and smile away.
Then more come - we owe them all!
A friendly evening it has been; no snow, no frost,
these young wild things of night - a lark!
the walking dead enjoyed the dark
their little stroll from house to house
this hallowed eve.
The spooks they half believe
no frightened children lost,
Indeed, they are surrounded
by a cloud of witnesses; whose silent deeds
shape the dispositions, plant the seeds
and stealthy streams of strength flow in-
love poured and hungrily received
and learning’s enterprise for decades shared.
The little person grows, is cared
for; and surrounding hope prevents the likely fall
fussing over all.
On this a person’s life is founded.
What Spirit gives the giving? Makes
Reveals to us the ghosts
Of goodness, from the time of our most
conveyed from a much older heart?
This Spirit makes the moments twist and turn
we waken to a hidden love and learn.
It opens memory’s inner door
to show a room of loveliness
where the giver was a trusted guest
those many years before.