Spooky winter tree poem

You don't have to believe in witches to feel a certain - or uncertain - creepy frisson on saunters through October woods, or even just the local park. 'Why is that tree leaning over like that... leering at me?' you can find yourself asking the listening, lengthening shadows, as the mist descends, in patches. Despite the comfortable crisp-crunch under foot, you're glad to get home before those clawing twigs overhead reach down any further.

How about a spooky tree poem for Hallowe'en? Wicked Winter Tree (published in Oxford University Press's anthology, Moondust & Mystery, 2002) is now available to read here.