Halloweens Whispering Leaves

The ghost of you comes around,

This time of year,

To hear the sounds of whispering leaves,

Heralding that your presence is near,

Comforting the scent carried on the breeze,

A natural fragrance that you are here,

In a woodland copse a mother natures spirit true,

With trees and plants,

Where animals dwell,

Witches gather to cast their spells,

Ghost and Ghouls will appear,

A trick or treat will catch an eye,

Until the dawn will break the line,

Then pumpkins rot with open eyes,

A sign of the night that has passed by,

When all is left is that memory made,

But is it real or has imagination taken place,