Sunrise in the fall
Is a beautiful thing to see.
The blue sky rises tall
With the promise of all that is to be.
The air is crisp and cool
The colors are vibrant and bright.
The sun glimmers as a jewel
It is wonderous sight.
The fall is a time of transition.
We move from the heat of summer
To a colder air condition
And a change of pace like a little drummer.
The fall is to me the very best season
I like it the most, for no special reason.
Summer has faded, the green fields are gone,
The leaves turn to embers as autumn moves on.
The air has grown crisp with the stealing of light,
As cool autumn afternoons yield to the night.
A collective excitement begins to awake
For the phantoms and witches the darkness will make.
Soon goblins and monsters will step from the shade,
To walk the wide earth where the memories fade.
The tables are turned and the season has woken,
In the Ides of the Fall when the silence is broken.
Though shadows may crowd and the twilight grows chill,
We huddle together, expectant and still.
The old warmth is put down as the wild things awaken—
For daylight has vanished; ’tis Halloween season.
The glass jars were scattered all over the house,
Stuffed full of sweetness and waiting for a mouth—
Not sugary confections, but cocoa and dark,
A chocolate sanctuary mother kept stocked.
The children would sweep through the rooms in a blur,
Emptying vessels without saying a word.
The chocolate would vanish, the glass would run bare,
And no guilty child would confess to be there.
But mother just smiled at the mystery case;
She expected the raid and accommodated the chase.
For high in the cabinet, tucked far out of sight,
Lay her private reserve for the quiet of night.
And if ever the kids breached that high, hidden shelf,
Mother still held a last hope for herself—
Safe in the pantry, bitter, unbothered, and raw,
Lay the baker’s square chocolate no child ever saw.
