Botanist walks where yew trees guard the stone
Midnight fog rolls thick on marble bone
She speaks to Taxus baccata soft and low
Roots drink deep where forgotten names glow
Hallowed Garden Halloween's quiet hour
Single candle burns in attic tower
Latin voices wake the sleeping ground
Life persists where silence wraps around
Rosa canina hips bleed ruby red
Thorny stems guard the honored dead
She tends the soil with patient steady hand
Moss and fern obey her command
Hallowed Garden Halloween's quiet hour
Single candle burns in attic tower
Latin voices wake the sleeping ground
Life persists where silence wraps around
Attic window holds a flame so small
Guiding roots through autumn's pall
She reads the leaves like ancient text
Knowing what the season means next
No ghostly moan disturbs her quiet work
Only chlorophyll hides in murk
She measures growth in centuries long
Where others hear a final song
Digitalis purpurea nods in breeze
Poison beauty puts the mind at ease
She records each node and internode
In leather journal by candle glow
Hallowed Garden Halloween's quiet hour
Single candle burns in attic tower
Latin voices wake the sleeping ground
Life persists where silence wraps around
Dawn will break the fog to pale gray light
But she remains through the lingering night
Roots hold fast in hallowed earth
Halloween marks the cycle's rebirth
Hallowed Garden Halloween's quiet hour
Single candle burns in attic tower
Latin voices wake the sleeping ground
Life persists where silence wraps around
Hallowed Garden she stays she tends
Where life and death are ancient friends
