White Ghost

scan 11-2-181a-0001Still Life with Ghost Pumpkin

White Ghost

Cold air shrieks in the branches.

A hole in the clouds reveals

the moon, a white ghost

in the dark sky who stays

silent as a stone – no boo

spills from this specter.

We shudder with each frigid blast

as leaves loosen in wild wind

and lawn fills with colorful array.

Lainie Senechal