What Seems to be Fall

I see my neighbors,

Their family of three.

Gathered in the kitchen doing thee own things.

The mom decorating the house,

Her son eating all the candy on the bowl on the table.

Rushing in from the living room,

The father comes in to help.

His hair disheveled, tie loosened, beads if sweat gathered at his forehead,

he seemed to have had a long day at work.

It's always like this.

Organized chaos, one might call it.

The life of my neighbors;

Busy, busy, busy.

The  leaves have begun to fall;

I see the vivid oranges, yellows, and browns lying beneath my window.

I glance back up at my neighbors,

They see me and wave;

How unusual.

They never seem to notice me.

But something's different;

The boy is in a ninja costume,

His parents in a king and queen outfit.

I look over to the trees nearby, yet still far away;

Cobweb decorations woven through the forest,

With an iron-wrought fence at the entrance,

Making it a bit spookier than usual.

I see, what seems to be people, farther off, past the forest;

They wander through the ruins of the haunted castle.

What is today again?

Oh, it must be Halloween.

Painting by Edward Hopper