A full moon,

this hallowed eve night,


sleep is elusive,

not a soul in sight.


This year is very different,

life is not like it used to be,


not just the silent streets,

but many other things you see.


The world, it is changing,

thoughts once common now gone,


perhaps a foreboding experience,

and a bit forlorn.


Our routine has been interrupted,

the past not remembered the same,


gatherings that do not happen,

celebrations that never came.


As the holiday season approaches ,

hold your friends and family tight,


a full moon,

this hallowed eve night.


James W. Spain