All Hallow's Sonnet

All Hallows Eve Sonnet
Scowling in the cold, the jack o’ lantern
grows frosty, and the scarecrow’s gape is stern.
Autumn leaves drift then windswept gaily dance:
in mounds they herald winter’s drear advance.
Ghouls and goblins ride winter’s frigid breath.
Devils sing tidings composed to us by Death-
this icy note from whence we can’t perceive:
"The Day of the Dead follows Hallow’s Eve!"
The Dead must wait; their day has not come yet.
We’ve time before Winter calls Summer’s debt.
Let’s don the mask of that which scares us most.
With warm’d spirits we’ll evil Spirits toast.
For one night- dance, sing, forget worldly strife.
Come friends. Scorn wintry Death. Jubilate Life.