Octember - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher

Octember

Leaves are leaving

and the wind is moaning

as spirits swirl about.

Haunting haunts town

and countryside.

Ghosts on the mind;

ghosts in the yard;

ghosts skulk the street.

Hallowe’en steals

color from the trees

and their twigs

to make a creepy way,

to forge a sighing day

to force a listening

over your shoulder

…for a growl

or a scream.

Ira Joe Fisher

Email: irajoefisher@gmail.com

Phone: 203-912-1457

Octember - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher

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