Orange gleam,

rough puff whites,

master strokes filtering sky in streams....

make wonderful glow of light;

Crinkling leaves,

a foreboded goodbye to fern green,

wind counselled wood serene –

calm thy nerves quaking as like foot stomped twigs,

stones wading below spring ker-plunk quips –

Look beneath rachis static,

unveil worlds to untapped magic,

landscapes morph; alternate into prolific graphics;

Ah, needn't overlook: glee,

Trick – or – treat;

'tis a rule to ward off ghostly fleets,

never forgo a menacing pumpkins' purpose at door to greet,

best if traditions stay in keep.