Tick Tock

Tick Tock Tick Tock,

Listening to the sound of the Grandfather Clock,

As the pendulum swings oh how it sings,

Hands conducting on a dial,

The bell chimes on a quarter,

A chorus sang on an hour,

How grand it stands in a place of honour,

Keeping a house in order,

Dark Matters

Hidden in the night sky,

Hiding from the naked eye,

Out of sight from those that seek,

Camouflaged and out of view,

Hidden from you,

Watching from high above,

Everything that you do,

Dark matters,

A background to starlight,

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,

 

The Witching Hour

Spirit Dancer

Spirit Dancer on an October night,

Dancing past the chimes of midnight,

Caught in the spell were time goes back,

Getting that extra hour is a Spirits delight,

To dance in the now,

With the Ghosts and the Ghouls,

As Witches cast that spell,

A spell over you,

For in the morning when you wake,

You would have gained an extra hour to,

 

A Bitter Kiss

A bitter kiss the wind does bring,

As the winter starts to creep in,

With whispers from The North,

A chilling bite it will bring,

With colder days now on there way,

Long gone are the summer days,

Hibernation is natures way........

Love Murmuration

A whisper carried on the air,

That murmur carried on the wind,

A gathering of souls,

Prepared to go,

A murmur in a heart beat as the adrenaline starts to flow,

For South is the direction they will go,

A phenomenon in the skies,

As birds love to dance as they fly,

 

Yew

Yew be surprised,

Deceived are the eyes,

As you blink,

A foot step it would take,

To creep up on you to see what you would do,

Ancient as time has passed,

Old and wrinkly is the trunk,

With open arms to embrace those that rest in this place,