It’s my favorite time of the year. Ghouls and goblins take over with crisp air and fires in fireplaces.
Here are some posts that fit with the season.
And one of my favorite poems about Death:
DEATH FOR BREAKFAST
Traffic paused today
4 vultures hopped in a line across the road for breakfast
stilted legs bouncing in anticipation
angered drivers cursing their joyous romp
The vultures ignored the blaring horns
fists pumping outside of windows
curses flying from mouths
hurled in anger
Curses are not important
to those who feast on death for breakfast.