Post All Hallows Eve

Whence this wild, wet, and wearying weather
Which was,
is no more,
and left together
huddling seagulls
on the shore?

Blown away with wanton wicked witches
riding high,
vapors on a starless sky,
keening eerily
in ghastly pitches,
disappearing as the north winds die.

Cast along the lane once lofty leaves
release in death such radiance!
Why, my soul, bereave?
As angry clouds foretell
one more vicious, frozen winter hell,
My soul the Sun’s strength still perceives.

© 2014 by Yvonne Blasy

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