Halloween Memories, Poetry by Joe Ouellette

North Winds drive Indigo clouds taking bites out of a ripe pearl moon.
Crisp salads of autumn leaves peppered with road dust
and salted with early snow dress the road.
Porches in glowing pumpkin yellow corn stalks and hay bales
Staging this night of innocent disbelief.

The Midnight shores on a Christmas Morning, Poetry by anakin snider

walking towards the store in this lonely christmas eve pondering down this busy streets upon a women a elderly lady. not much older
on her forty one year.
she teared these songs of forbidden melodies.
crying in better introduction of sorrow.
i sat with her. we talk calmly.
she felt warmth. and with very kind smile.
she was lonely and i as walk.