HALLOWEEN IS IN THE AIR: Susan J. McLeod

Halloween is in the air

If you go out, you’d best beware.

Through the tombstones, mist is creeping

Are the dead there really sleeping?

Leaves are falling, withered, dying

In the grey sky, crows are flying.

What is that strange woman seeking?

Do you hear a mandrake shrieking?

Bubbling potions, swirling, steaming

Get too close, and you’ll be screaming.

Unknown creatures you may spy

From the corner of your eye.

Bats are circling overhead

Spiders dangling from a thread.

Get inside, escape the chill

And you’ll be safe—of course you will.