AUTUMN RAIN
by Paula Glynn
Autumn rain falls down upon my head,
I suppose I should be using an umbrella,
But I love the rain in autumn,
That dying season where everything goes underground,
For this is the season where winter waits to descend,
And leaves turn brown and gold as they die,
But this is not a negative thing,
For they will flourish again once winter thaws,
And the rain falls upon those trees,
That are alive, yet so calm and still,
Knowing that autumn isn't the end of their life.
People celebrate Halloween,
The night for tricks and treats,
Children's imagination knowing no limits,
For autumn is the season of change,
And ghosts and ghouls haunt the streets,
Devils appearing in their ghostly forms,
As they prey upon the unsuspecting,
The night full of endless possibilities,
The night falling early,
As children knock door-to-door,
Begging for sweets and sometimes playing funny tricks,
But do beware: the ghosts of Halloween are here.
Then there comes Guy Fawkes night,
Fireworks painting the sky colourful pinks and reds,
Greens, yellows, purples and blues,
For tonight Guy Fawkes shall burn,
His world turning red,
As people stare at his legacy,
For he shall burn forever,
His crimes written in the flames,
And everybody knows his name,
As they remember his crimes,
And people eat toffee apples,
Sausages and burgers,
As they enjoy their night,
For this is also a celebration,
A celebration of autumn rain,
But there is no rain tonight,
For tonight we wander the streets,
Our ghostly forms preying on the unsuspecting:
Those who know not what we are,
For we are witches riding those broomsticks,
As we read the fortunes of a dying season.
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