Ghosts of the Past

In the chill of October’s night, When shadows dance by pale moonlight, There stirs a feeling in the air, Of ghosts of the past, we’re all aware.

They come to us in whispers low, In memories from long ago, October’s the time to reminisce, Of loved ones we dearly miss.

Ghosts of the past, they gently sigh, As autumn leaves begin to fly, They’re not here to haunt or scare, But to remind us that they’re still there.

In the rustling leaves and the cool night breeze, In the scent of pumpkin spice and fallen trees, We feel their presence, strong and vast, These ghosts of the past from first to last.

They bring with them a sense of grace, And in our hearts, they find their place, For October is a time to remember, Those we love, in late September to November.

So light a candle, carve a pumpkin’s face, And in this haunted, hallowed space, Embrace the ghosts of the past with glee, For in their memories, we find our glee.

As the month of October unfurls its cape, We remember loved ones in every shape, Ghosts of the past, we hold you near, In this special time of year.