The wind blows cold tonight,
yet there is a festive mood.
Witches on their broomsticks
are flying in the nude.
Bonfires light the night,
The sky is gray and sober.
We celebrate the Eve of May,
though it feels more like October.
Tomorrow may be sunny.
The Earth may be warm and green.
But this night is darkly mirthful
and feels like Hallowe'en. - Jeff Barnes
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