Earth-change brimming with tickling wind
Making my nose wet
Dry snapping twigs -
Creaking,
Like a rocking chair
Or an old door -
Groaning,
Like early morning stretches -
"Ssshhhhhhhhh"
Through moody trees -
Crinkly, crunching leaves
Race across,
Swirling,
In leaf eddies.
I spoke out
into the forest.
My voice absorbed,
Muted,
By the damp ground.
Halloween has come around.
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