Hollow’s Eve

At the entrance of the grave yard
the old willow stands its ground

whispy strands flailing in wind
Their flounce, still do abound

Negotiating and bargaining
With spirits’ wish to uncleave

Who will earn the early pass
to the stroll on All Hollow’s Eve?

Pat R

10/22/18

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt
Is “Early”. A very Halloweeny  quadrille, a 44 word poem.
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