The Meaning of Halloween
By Brendan Jones O'Connor
To live in the north is to fight to survive
in those blistering winter months. But the blessing
we receive is autumn's jewel: October.
Nature, show us the divine presence here.
Of your four movements, autumn is the climax,
the divine conducts in flowing harmony,
each piece of the composure fits in its right place.
How lucky am I to have a seat, my jacket
serves as my tux and my tails. The willow tree bows
at the end of the performance.
Nature flows in circles, but every time
it seems so new. Halloween, our wake
at night to celebrate the death of day
and the circle's promise to begin again.
Still, life is filled with mysteries, and what
is horror but the things we don't understand?
We wear the things that scare us, so that now
we can conquer the crippling fear of unknown.
Halloween is death, but that's not the end;
renewal springs in its place and time.
This isn't a time for blank debauchery,
this is a time to celebrate life's power!
Not in the contrived, old fashioned constrictions,
but in the fun frolic and fancy free,
we release enlightened gaities.
No hedonistic slight-of-hand can brush
away the beauty within the pageantry.
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