Poem a day

[kathleenbartholomew]

Deep Purple
A deep purple sunset,
closing the short Halloween day.
A eucalyptus tree silhouetted the sky line
shaking, trembling
a witch rode by on her broomstick
into the descending night.
You could see and hear her
screaming. As she went by
she was eaten up by the waffle sky.
The yellow, mellow moon
began to cry and rise slowly.