Autumnal Equinox

Equal day and night
That leads to days of fright
The light of day pours into
Black, dark things that go BOO!

Then wind whips up the crisp leaves
While green needles sway in the breeze
Hats and scarves come out of hiding
While witches their brooms are riding.

The Summer is gone and so are you
But my heart still yearns for a love that's true.
I wait for Winters hoary frost to make
My heart feel less of the ache.

But Fall is here now and I dance
To a merry tune so there's a chance
That I might still find true love
When I swoop down on my broom from above!