Awake to the skies

An orange light glides

Patches of green muted

By yellows now fluted



As reeds of grass taper

Amidst flying papers

Fluttering all around ...

Skimming over the ground



And pipes play their lilt

Tunes with a gold gilt

Over all those straw bodies

Dressed in clothes shoddy 



Surrounded by round cardboard signs

Signifying it's become time ...

To recognize 'tis the season

When Halloween is the reason



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

1:20pm Sunday, Oct. 18th, 1998