On the Street Where She Lives..

Cold winds and autumn leaves dance down the quiet street.
Heels clip-clop up the sidewalk
...the sound of ghoulish feet.
Pale hands clutched together as, overhead, witches fly.
Dark skies and Colorado moon
...suffer a black cat’s cry.
Lone door bells chime and glowing jack o’lanterns gleam—
Rejoice! All who may dare—
...tonight is Halloween!