By Thomas Page Winged beasts interrupt peaceful autumn dreams. Seams made of sandman's dust torn asunder Plunder the joy of Samhain's carved lit gourds Lords of mischief sew new fear and horror Terror ruling the night 'till Saints daybreak. Make haste to Harvest festivals, they say, May you not know the devil's wicked ways. Haze … Continue reading Fall poetry
Academy of the Heart And Mind 