Samhain

The October wind shimmers with peals of unseen bells.
Rust drifts in sliding arcs, orange rose petals,
strewn on the path for all Souls’ return.
The shuttered belltower, night sealed in a jar.
The narrow shaft from spire to transept,
the dark flows top to bottom, the drop a column of shadows,
filled with fireflies enjoying dark dancing. –ia.

~ by Asher on 4 October 2006.