by Richard McGee
Past the time of grass and flowers,
Underneath the shedding tree limbs,
Mounds of leaves gather on the ground.
Parades of ghosts and goblins pass
Keeping their bags of treasure close.
Inside, Mother answers the door
Not knowing what monsters she’ll meet.
*Richard’s poem is featured in the Fall/Halloween Edition of Best of Critique Café along with other stories in the same theme, available at Amazon.com or can be purchased at Fort Stockton Public Library .