The darkness begins
The faces of carved pumpkins
glow from lighted candles.
Children ring the neighbor’s doorbell,
costumed, in search of treats.
Or so it once was.
Today this holiday is sanitized for “safety.”
Fear of the dark is banished
by noisy crowds on sugar highs
costumed not as ghosts and devils
but TV characters and superheroes..
Without the fear and mystery of darkness
Without the silence in which to hear
the voice of nature once again
How can we claim our rightful role
As partners, not overlords
Of the turning earth?
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