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This was a really nice seasonal poem. I was able to get into your head and experience the scene in question because you use excellent imagery. The line breaks appear to be a little clunky, which I can see as being used for emphasis, but at the same time they broke up the flow of the poem so it removed me from the experience in places. Still, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this; Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and this reminded me of going trick-or-treating. Thanks for this!

Liked the imagery specially in the end, might I ask if the poem is about a stalker? Anyways, I feel the last strophe hit hard with the “Does he know I am a child?” 

On another note, I feel the cutting of lines was weird, kind of specially done to not extend to much at the expense of flow and coherence like “Despite” should be together with “the warm October wind” imho

A spooky feeling that this poem. Reminds me of times when I was out trick or treating alone and felt there was someone in particular following me and would make each creepy thing that person or entity. Fun read for the season

Dead leaves crunch

beneath my white keds.

The golden sun of days end 

reaches out to touch

my face, the tangible light 

clings to the sky, 

blinds my eyes. 

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I am being tracked along

the passage between

houses. Despite  

the warm October wind,

there is an icy chill 

of a gaze sweeping by. 

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The hovering evergreens 

will soon know 

the weight of snow. 

Sidewalks converge

with pumpkins on porches, 

demons watching 

from doorways, shadows 

follow behind long with gloom.

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Does he know I am a child? 

He’s hidden in his devil's costume.

Menacing eyes peering over 

broken white fences. I knock 

on the neighbours door, 

no one answers, 

night falls.

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