31 October 2015

The End of All Hallow's Eve

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




24 comments:

Mary said...

I like the symbolism of raking the unbroken leaves, but the crushed ones can stay awhile.....old memories of what was once and is no more can carry us into winter when even the crushed ones disappear. I like the good humor of the last stanza & hope there were no tricks discovered in the morning!

Jae Rose said...

Those last two lines really are a treat - if you will pardon the pun - i think sorting those red green and gold leaves seems vital and a kind of remembrance and appreciation for the transition into a new season - a grown up kind of celebration...and the porch light trick - a cunning plan ;)

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is such a perfect poem for the season :D
Beautifully penned.

Lots of love,
Sanaa

SuyashJ said...

love how you ended this one

brudberg said...

Love the unlit porch-light... I always knew that the ghosts are afraid of the dark. Love the symbolism in raking the leaves.

dsnake1 said...

loved your porch light trick. :D

Gail said...

Hiding is sometimes good...

thotpurge said...

So many levels in this poem...the image of the sorted piles of leaves is simply stunning.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I think you had a fun Halloween around the fire pit and especially not giving out treats...we were inundated this year because of the nice weather and ran out of candy only an hour into the evening. Then out with the light and time to cozy up.

Mama Zen said...

I love that second stanza.

howanxious said...

An image of a isolation brought about by oneself... Powerful and evocative. I really liked the ending: "I’ll check for tricks in the morning."
-HA

Nataša Dolenc said...

beautiful.. how time moves.. I'm just curious, did you move the clocks this night? cause here we've done that one week ago and I was just wondering..

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I liked the leaving of the crushed leaves, too. David Suzuki says leaving leaves where they fall helps the butterfly larvae to develop and birth more butterflies. Works for me, LOL.

telltaletherapy said...

I like the ambivalence of old celebrations and shunning the event with the light bulb trickery

Old Egg said...

The world continues to dance around us and who says we should join in? If we choose to be a lone star shining who is to say no? A beautifully graphic poem Susan.

Toni Spencer said...

The leaf raking, sorting, letting the crushed ones stay - what amazing imagery. I hope there were no tricks! We have no children in our neighborhood and kids from other neighborhoods do not come - lights out on all 10 of the houses!

Victoria said...

Hopefully no tricks and sweet whol leaves to enjoy a while.

kaykuala said...

Yes, it is all over! A fleeting episode remembered on account of its eerie conduct once a year.Many among the young and old had enjoyed it. It was good when it lasted.

Hank

Vanessa Anthony said...

The ending really gets me. I love how you mourn the ending of Halloween.

Merlin said...

"I'll look for tricks in the morning." I have a feeling someone gets their trees papered during Halloween, hopefully that isn't the case though.

Gillena Cox said...

Nice trick removing the porch light bulb. Bet you didn't have to buy excessive amounts of candy. Lol

Much love...

purba chakraborty said...

The poem is so beautifully weaved and the oil painting added more beauty to it :)

humbird said...

Feeling of such comfort and peace goes from your poem. Thank you.

Wendy Bourke said...

This is a charming little Halloween sketch - beautiful wordsmithing with a dash of humor.