Oh, what will you wear?That which arrives in Autumn's air?A witch is Halloween, indeed.
HOLI DAYThere's a Hindu Holi day in Spring in India where they throwzappy bright colored powder on each other andstreams of colored watershot from hoses into joyouscrowds arms raised and shouting and who thenend up looking positivelyneon pink blue green or orangeagainst happy mahogany skinwhereas here kids wearTarget Spiderman costumes and witch hats and hold out theirstash bags at our genial doorsas long as the Snickers andTootsie Rolls hold out until the porch light's out
Christmascomes in august now,in grocery store displaysand santas bearing ruffle chips,baked party crackers, convenient serving containers, jarred red candlesthat smell of pine needless and cinnamon and taste like apples and high fructose corn syrup.I'm making that up. but in the grocery store in august I did see a 10' plastic snow globe with a jolly man inside itwith a curly white beard, and clothes inappropriate to the season.
El Dia de Muertos Death rebornmasks of skullsbright colors andfond memoriesa day for soulsrelived againgifts of lovealtar for prayertears to forgeteternal flamesfor those who never return
*redfacewe gave thanks each november, by dressing as paper-bag indians,with war paint on our cheeksand rainbow-colored feathers attached by globs of elmer’s glue to construction paper headbands.lifting our hands, palms forward,we greeted each other with “hao!” and shouted out pow-wow cries,making boys with black pilgrim hatsand girls with tissue-paper bonnetscrumple their headgear in giggles.
where i'm from the wild turkeys roamliving off the grass and trashat the sides of busy roads and highwaysthe sightings start in early octoberbut as thanksgiving draws nearerthe numbers in the flocks dwindleuntil only a few unhappy, ugly birdsare left to fend and breed and spreadto prepare for the next season