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Haints & The Night

A poetic treat for Halloween. A poem of midnight in the backwoods and the haints who call it home.



Yellow eyes blink, reappear

A single hoot

Wings expand and lift

Rush of air

Silence


Full moon shines

Above a forest

With hidden stills

And haints,

Long forgotten


Fences stand longer

Than the hands

Who cut and hammered,

Lived and left,

A memory


Croaking frogs

Carrying on so

The babble of water

Its tones

Whisper


Menagerie of stars

Twinkling

In aged eyes

An old woman

Remembers


Rocking chair creaks

Against wide boards

Back and forth

No one there

But a spirit

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