Sleepy Hallow

First Halloween poem Enjoy

The sun is setting
And the moon is rising
Not quickly
Slowly, taking time
The pinks, purples, oranges, and red
Wash over the small town
Bathing it as the crisp autumn night rolls in
Leaves rustle, blown by the wind
The town is quiet
But the disturbance is clear
The stillness is for a reason
The sound of hooves galloping echoes in the distance
Suddenly, like the wind, the headless horseman blows in
And Sleepy Hallow begins once again

Author's Note

What do you think? :)