If only all souls
Could speak
At the dawn which peers
After hours
Over one last night
Chasing candles
Whose embers pave
Certain paths

Where children walk
Trading candy
While parents laugh
And remember
Each year soon gone
Wearing costumes
Smelling fallen leaves
Underfoot

With their misty scent
Wafting gently
Across silent streets
Upon morning
Reserved for prayers
Feeling solemn
As soon Halloween turns
Into day

When church bells ring
Through such vapor
Seeing fog itself
Carry meaning
Letting grayness call
Every specter
Always thought long dead
Deep inside

Now alive once more
Through our memory
Or perhaps that dream
Never ending
Which saddens those
Merely sleeping
To forget how faith
Loses breath

Much how time
Rarely eases
What this autumn air
Reinforces
By such frigid wind
Building faster
As November wakes
Though we yawn.

• J. Pigno