MY EVERYDAY HALLOWEEN

The wind moves distant chimes

and rusted swing set chains.

Fallen leaves,in the same breeze,

chatter across the road.

The cold it drags a subtle shiver

down all of my bones.

The air is softly scented

with the smoke of burning fires.

And I've awakened

on this day again to see.

Demons,like costumed children

on Halloween.

They to go door to door,

taking something sweet

from us all.