A bit early perhaps but I quite like this poem
Let us picnic with the dead –
take them food- party and picnic around their
let them know how well we are doing:
Bring pulled pork, pasta, rice salad and rainbow peppers;
we’ll tailgate the cemeteries
light barbecues and
remember those who’ve left
All Saints day is cold the
churches are closed.
The air is frosted with mist and the ravens chatter in trees.
Let us picnic with our dead and
tell them how well
we are doing