This coming Thursday is Halloween! Don't blink or the next thing you know, it'll be New Year's eve!
Here's a poem by Louise Glück:
All HallowsChilling, don't you think? Especially with what's left unsaid.
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here, little one
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
Found in The First Four Books of Poems [811 GLU].
Visit Irene at Live Your Poem... for what promises to be a Halloween poetry treat!
Have a great Halloween and don't eat too much candy.
Painting "Landscape with Farm Building" by Cecilia Beaux, courtesy The Athenaeum.