Hollowed - a poem for the annual Fall Writing Frenzy event

I want to thank the two amazing literary hostesses Kaitlyn Leann Sanchez and Lydia Lukidis  for planning and organizing the  #FallWritingFrenzy event. 

Hollowed by Sandra Harvey

The wind thus blew its barren breeze, 

to curse the trees, their leaves to freeze. 

No birds do sing, nor squirrels run, 

they hide beneath the sinking sun. 

 

And as the night does steal the day,

the owls, the witches, and fairies play.

Am I a ghost? without friend or foe,

tonight my life is filled with woe.

So I put on my velvet coat,

and grab a satchel as my tote.

I paint my face from a tube of paint,

I am now dressed as a Muertos Saint,

with tangled cobwebs in my hair,

I wait for you with my hollowed glare.