Halloween Hollowing

I suspend my flow of prose this week to bring you a poem that woke me a few nights ago, asking to be written.  I happily complied.  I know it’s not quite Halloween, but both I and the poem could not wait for it to be shared with you.

                                            Halloween Hollowing

                             We are pumpkins.

                             In the darkness, under the moon,

                             We are hollowed clean.

                             Our carved, curved

                             Smiling faces of joy emerge,

                             And the flame shines brightly

                             From within

                             For all to see in the dark

                             While the spirits dance

                             In celebration

                             And the coyotes howl

                             With delight.

                                                                   2014