Twenty-four mostly new poems to celebrate the many-faced holiday--ranging from the sprightly and easily accessible ("The Magic House": "We should have known when we tasted the eaves,/Breaking them off like toffee. . .But it was only when we saw the witch/That we knew we were in deep, deep trouble") to the comically gruesome ("The Fossilot," about a fossil that consumes the scientists who have reassembled it) to the thought-provoking ("The wand's a symbol/of a treasure./It's heart--not hand--/one has to train") to a touch of real evil ("The Witch's Cauldron": "Strong as a wish,/Hard as hate,/Full as a moon,/Brutal as fate"). With full-color illustrations on every double spread, Primavera ably reflects the poems' many moods, making the popular images funny and idiosyncratic enough to be interesting--and tempering the frightful so that it's scary but not too frightening. Good-quality, lively entertainment.