Unintended. Movement of the Unconscious?

These days, most of Halloween I ignore.  I turn off the house lights, shut the gate at the end of the driveway, and don't pass out candy.  Samhain actually starts for me in my dreams and in voices, which begin about the same time as October on the calendar.  This year, I am a little in dread of the start of November, my mom's birthday being on the 6th and her death on the 11th, but I've been trying not to think of that.  Grief is still an ever-present burden on all three of us, my sisters and I, orphans now.  I asked Javonni a few days ago when it would go away, and she said it was alright to be miserable as long as I liked.  Well, I don't like, but there it is!

Anyway, I was thinking how pretty this day was with the carpet of yellow, ash leaves on the ground and the small lake in the driveway from the thunderstorms overnight.  The leaves float languidly on the shallow water, and the sun is shining. The light is long and yellow, and it looks like the yellow leaves of the ash fell down from that yellow sun or like the sun painted the ground.

I browsed through a book of poems, Basho naturally, for a poem about autumn, something I could paint.  I found this simple one about a road.  I thought I could do that, and this is how it turned out below.

It's not one bit like the pretty scene at my house, although I never had a single thought about Halloween when I chose the poem.  It's an autumn haiku by a Japanese poet, and the painting style is sumi-e painting, and I executed it semi-authentically with sumi ink, sumi brush and rice paper.  It should, for all intents and purposes, to use that phrase literally, look semi-Asian.  The process looked like this below.

Still, the result IS undeniably spooky, therefore the question in my title and my later musing.  Unconscious perhaps?