Not Ashamed

Copper Moon: Photo by Sunny Lambert

Can’t say I’m ashamed, I’m not. Not ashamed to say I’m excited for my BooBerry cereal. Or that at this point, I’ve watched both Conjuring movies. And plan on eating pumpkin pie tonight, while watching yet another horror film. Why? I unabashedly love the fall and treasure the Halloween season.

It’s not just nostalgia. I love this time of year. The beauty and splendor of nature is on full display with the changing of the leaves. Burgundy, umbers, yellows, brown replace the verdant pallet of the trees. The chill in the air brings out the comfy sweatshirts and warm drinks. Its the last days before the earth goes dormant.

Halloween is the time where the mortals, in an oblique way, embrace their entropic nature. We allow for dark unknown in our imaginations and we celebrate the ends to come with mirth. Ghost, witches, shapeshifters, and the undead reflect our humanity. We give gifts to our phantom selves as we see our futures reflected in obscured guests. Generosity abounds and we don’t mock the superstitions, we revel in them.

Time will quickly sweep away the leaves and the last warmth of the annum with artic fervor. Winter fall on the landscape and fulfill the promises of autumn. I’m not ashamed, not ashamed to miss her as she goes, this Halloween season in the November coming fires.


Published Author at Anatolian Press. Debut Novel "Life Is In The Blood" out February 6, 2023.

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