Taxus baccata guards the row
Roots drink deep where bones lie low
Sphagnum moss drinks silver dew
Night blooms quiet cold and true
Midnight candle burns alone
Light on stone and bone and loam
Fog holds breath on hallowed ground
Halloween sings without a sound
Quercus alba spreads its crown
Leaves turn bronze on frozen mound
Mycelium threads through clay and grit
Silent watchers never quit
Midnight candle burns alone
Light on stone and bone and loam
Fog holds breath on hallowed ground
Halloween sings without a sound
Cera alba melts in pan
Wax and wick by mortal hand
Flame reads names the moss erased
Time and rot cannot be chased
Midnight candle burns alone
Light on stone and bone and loam
Fog holds breath on hallowed ground
Halloween sings without a sound
Digitalis nods in breeze
Purple bells on skeletal trees
Rootlets trace the calcium
Seeds wait deep in catacomb
Midnight candle burns alone
Light on stone and bone and loam
Fog lifts slow on hallowed ground
Halloween dawns without a sound
Wax cools hard on windowsill
Roots remember roots hold still