Evening shades approach
As the delicate scent of pumpkin
Mixed with burning wax
Drifts like perfume in the air.

The moon rises full and bright
To bathe the night in a ghostly glow
While over my shoulder I hear
The flutter of quick wings.

Through the night rings laughter,
Piped in screams and cackled calls,
As anticipation breeds excitement,
Waking the child within us all.