All Hallows Night
~ Lizette Woodworth Reese
Two things I did on Hallows Night:—
Made my house April-clear;
Left open wide my door
To the ghosts of the year.
Then one came in. Across the room
It stood up long and fair—
The ghost that was myself—
And gave me stare for stare.
I often find myself walking by ghosts of myself, particularly if I’m visiting a place I haven’t been to in a while.
Having just swept my hearth in preparation for the ancestors, I am delighted to find this lovely poem. And the photo! Oh my!