In honor of the Sabbat, I offer up this fragment from my poem “Eleven Fables.”

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9. Dog, Two Roads, Samhain

October hardwoods crest the Blue Ridge,
red gold orange, the incandescent
rumor of All Hallows.

Dog, tail flying full mast,
sniffs from oak to maple,
back again:

Two roads diverge in a wood,
drain into maplessness.
Squirrel!
I dive into the trees.

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Happy Samhain, everyone.