Last night I got a call.
– The fall is coming.
The moon is getting brighter, bigger.
Air is getting sweeter, full of magic.
Star dust is sprinkling from the sky
and even pill popping ghosts are growing wings.
Knit me a dress from the evening fog
and watch me shimmer in a dim light of street lamps.
Back home wrap a blanket around my naked shoulders,
hand me a mug of hot, jasmine tea
and let in that chilly wind knocking at the window,
whispering all the secret spells, wishes, dreams…
I hid mine in the eyes, scared to say them out loud,
for during the fall everything can happen.
Especially when you are a witch.