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Poe’s Legacy 


As I read Poe’s Chagrin

Captured Raven mystic within

Dark night knocking and blows the wind.

The spooky shadow he does write

Among the eve of hallows fright

Years go by and he is gone

Yet his words this night belong

Quotes always the raven more

Among the dark hallows yore.

CMM. Copyrighted:  2021

Fright


The little goblins have left their mark

their ghastly decor glows in the dark

They are prepared for the spooky nights,

witches and ghost and lots of frights.

The purple haze glows all about,

cider brews until it is stout

Soon the long waiting will abate

days grow shorter, darkness stays late.

So walk among the Halloween’s play

Come and see but do not stay.

It is meant to make you scared

for all the ‘trick or treats’ who dare.

© CMM 2020

The Pumpkin


A magic orange, a pick’s delight,

An Autumn prize, a beautiful sight.

A lot of love was chosen that day

among the gourds and leaves and hay.

Which one to chose and take home

a prize that stands out alone.

Now it sits with lights adorned

Right next to the dish with candy corn.

copyrighted: CMM 2020

Apple Farm


The old red barn

Has lost some charm

The bare cupboards

sound alarm .

As the day of plenty

Is now in the past

The smell of yesterday

Somehow still last

Handkerchiefs are gone

Crochet by hand

The tiny baskets

No longer stand

The apples still ripen

And the pears still fall

Mask are all worn

But not by all

Poets and artist

Will record this time

When people passed

And the need to be kind.

©. CMM. 2020

Oh Hallow’s Eve


Muse


“Speak to me olé muse and through me tell the story” —Homer

All Souls


An autumn morning with

crisp awareness of summer past.

Brings to memory how

the saints soon hover and last.

Orange pumpkins lay to rot

Along the porch and drive.

While chapel bells ring

calling ‘All Souls’, who still survive.

Copyright © CMM 2018

Summer’s Ending


summer’s ending
the leaves are drying
the wind is softer,
the heat subsiding
it is as if
they all agree
that summer’s ending
drop down your leaves
moisture is lost
the darkness takes hold
the larger birds balk
the mosquitos are bold
summer’s ending
I feel Autumn say
the days will be shorter
as limbs now sway
to welcome the Fall
stilled by the heat
it won’t be long
it is Autumn’s sweep.
Copyrighted:  2017  CMM

Autumn


Our weather is turning — our clocks will change.

Life will get shorter and time rearrange.

We will fade and the children will take their turn,

watching life pass and working to earn.

Only to be where we are now,

no slower no faster with  reflections somehow.

©  CMM  2015

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Second City


Second City

Second City

“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.”
― Charles Baudelaire