Once dense thicket, coppiced
To bear a cornucopia filled with 
Indian’s Summer rare blood moon.

The All-Hallows summer extends 
As Samhain comes closer 
Recognizing, celebrating the ever coming.

Wide leaves writhing and crunching from
Deciduous oaks as they bare to nothing.
Crushed grass and brush uncover a
Light trail leading to preserved boscage. 

Through the dense brush 
Untouched water thickens&nbsp;&nbsp;
From frosty moons bite. 

Seizing gossamers flight
The soft breeze harshens
For long nights moon is soon near.