A pale sliver of moon
peeks out
between heavy grey clouds.
Wan moonlight
reflects off grass
just starting to brown
with the touch of Autumn.
The night is silent,
calm,
waiting for something
that remains
undefined.
A brief shadow,
crossing in front of me,
there and gone
before I can tell
if it is from a bird,
a bat,
or something else.
I shiver,
as I stand in my front yard
witnessing this all.
Alone and forgotten,
no lights in the neighbor’s houses,
no cars on the street,
yet somehow,
I feel a part of something,
at one with the world
on the brink of something.
I just wish I knew what.
A cool breeze
drags at my skin,
a few brown leaves
skitter across my feet
and in the distance
a sound.
A howl or baying,
perhaps a dog or wolf,
then closer
the hoot of an owl.
And I know,
I know what the night is waiting for,
Halloween is coming.