Season of the Witch (Poem)

When the night grows longer

And the day is short,

The ground grows colder

And the weather is dull,

This is the Season of the Witch.


When you hear a whisper in the dark

And you know you are alone,

What is that sound, a ghost in the air?

Familiar, eerie, a voice in the night,

This is the Season of the Witch.


When you feel a presence

And you look behind,

There stands a figure, familiar, long lost

You feel their magic calling you home,

This is the Season of the Witch.

 Witchy Wednesday SpookyMrsGreen

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1 Response to Season of the Witch (Poem)

  1. Pingback: Poetry Round-up for Halloween | SpookyMrsGreen

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