Poet's Platform Column | 25 Oct. 07 by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

That Gloomy Night As a dank gloomy day turns into night Darkness brings blindness to the eyes Overhead whirring noises can be heard Could it be witches filling the dark skies In the distance a low moan can be heard Filling our hearts with this dreadful fright For we must still pass by that graveyard Walking alone on this dark October night A shrill scream raises the hair on my neck As a screech owl flies from his lofty perch As my legs turn as weak as a bowl of Jell-O I can't see my way now I can only search A light can be seen and it does guide me Down the road past that haunted house With my heart thumping inside my chest I make less noise than a small gray mouse This night is one I shall never ever forget From this night and all that are in between In the next year I must remember this night Because most everyone calls it Halloween Acie Workman Eden Park   Wonderful October Magnificence of an early October Sunrise Is seen on this clear cool start of the day As a bright Sun peeks over a distant hill We know that daylight is soon on its way October is time for harvest of the crops Last vestige of vegetables to be gleaned Frozen or canned for a long cold Winter After they have been sorted and cleaned With the cool of night and warmth of day We have seen Summer come to its end So nice is this weather we are now having Our days and nights are the perfect blend October holds many wonderful occasions From it's start to the end and in between Beautiful leaves are changing their color Children will trick or treat on Halloween Acie Workman Eden Park   An Indian Summer Dark is the sky of this Autumn afternoon Black clouds forming in the Western sky Soon we will see rain come falling down Drops to kiss fallen leaves where they lie Yesterday it seems had so much beauty Jack Frost's magic now has taken it away Only a few brown leaves are on the trees From where they will fall some windy day These are the days of an Indian Summer One day can be nice or the next one bad It becomes an in-between season for us Showing what is coming and what we had Winter's cold is lurking around the corner Frigid weather we know will come our way Then to forget beauty of Summer's flowers As we survive from a cold snow filled day Acie Workman Eden Park