Lani's Blog

A Poem for Halloween.

He hides


in the shadows


thinking I won’t see him.





His cunning is


renowned


so I must be patient.





I must face


him in his lair,


the dark basement:





his sanctuary,


my dread.


Sigh





“Honey, hiding down here


won’t get our list done.”





I don't really celebrate Halloween or write horror, but autumn does seem to be honeydo list time. So this poem is appropriate.





Lani