ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
The summer warmth has seen its days, a chill is in the air,
Steamy days and tornadic storms replaced with things that scare,
An orange Jack-O-Lantern sits with missing teeth to boot,
A ghost tour of the oldest homes and things that howl and hoot.
A skeleton hangs on a branch, and headstones fill the lawn,
A cauldron black, a scrawny cat, and spooks singing a song.
The end of summer brings strange sights to my neck of the woods,
Halloween hotspot of the world and lit up neighborhoods,
And soon a slew of costumed kids will beg for candy bars,
Looking like ghouls and walking dead, creeping under the stars,
The chill of the October winds will soon bring ice and snow,
But until then we spend our time enjoying a bonfire’s glow.