October fires, embers bare
Dusk falls, a sense of calm
The veil is thinning, we welcome thee
Ancestral presence envelopes us
Flickering tealights, in pumpkins alike
Abundant broomsticks grace these porches
Costumes aglow under the moonlight
Children’s laughter radiates
Orange leaves crunch in response to our step
Aromas of cinnamon wrap around our senses in a loving embrace
Witches and ghouls welcome us
They dance under the blackened sky
Terrifying tales fill our hearts
Magic engulfs our soul
Ambience warms us
Forever, my Samhain
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