I step outside
Into the cool moist air,
My eyes wanderimg upwards
Through the indigo velvet of night.
That great saucer,
The moon,
Stares back at me.
Wisps of gray fog shroud the sky,
Serving only to brighten
Those dreamy yellow rays,
Surrounding that oh familiar moon
With a brilliant halo of gold.
The air is tinged with magick,
The magick of Samhain.
This is about the holiday that most people call Halloween. Samhain is the name of the pagan holiday that it is partially based off of. This was another poem that got published in my high school's literary journal, "Emergence."