Since we must celebrate death, let us
leave it to the children.
We'll cradle bowls of coins and candy,
awaiting a knock at the door,
while they learn the lessons of moonlight
from fallen leaves and caramel apples-
to enter a darkening world
dressed as monsters,
to read fate in sidewalk cracks
through holes in plastic masks,
to seek treats with pretty threats
at the doors of strangers.
Eric Paul Shaffer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lessons-of-moonlight/
