A November Haunting

 

Halloween

Has come and gone

Leaving us with its

Vicious little demons

 

The howling wind

Screaming down the chimney

Like a banshee

 

Brittle twigs

Whipping along the windows

tiny scratching claws

of desperation

 

A wolf howl

Through the eaves

 

The cloying damp touch

Of dead leaves

 

Ice cold drizzle

Down the neck

Of an overcoat

 

A ghost of late October

 

Spine chilling