the late
harvest’s
gathered, the
patches are
picked, shops now
display orange orbs
of autumns best fun.
bring on pumpkin pies,
morning muffins with spice,
slick, gooey handfuls
of slippery white seeds
so delicious to roast.
but, now best of all, the
hollowed-out howlers
of doorstep carved fame
prepare for the night
with triangle eyes,
and sharp, toothy grins
perfect for the candles
flickering eerily
within.
For the Record,
This day came in dark and gloomy with buckets of rain.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
