|Photograph of an oil painting by Andrew Stevovich, Woman with Autumn Leaves, 1994|
Halloween is almost ended.
It’s time to turn back the clocks and
rake soft unbroken leaves into
sorted piles of red, green and gold.
The crushed ones can stay awhile and
keep me company while I mourn
past companionship with witchy
celebrants, drumming and fire pits.
Nor did the door bell ring. I care-
fully removed the porch light bulb—
it works every time. No more treats.I’ll check for tricks in the morning.
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast