Listen. . .With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
Adelaide Crapsey, “November Night”
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Categories: Art & Inspiration, Poetry and Prose
“Stars” by Marjorie Pickthall 
The Year of Halloween 
Very nice.
It’s one of my favorites.