The Feast of Samhain is quickly approaching
The harvest is done and winter encroaches
The nights grow longer, the autumnal equinox is leaving
Fore the winter solstice advances and the farmers are done reaping
The boundary between this world and the next soon will be crossed
Sprites, fairies, and even wee ghosties never get lost
Because we leave them an offering of food and of drink
To leave us alone and be quick as a wink
To go back to their side without giving us dread
So we may stay safe in our warm winter beds.
Poem 10/29/2018
Horrormadam 
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