Falls Pumpkin Sits

by Dawne Zacharias Fall's blustery days Leaves floating in air land softly upon my head The dried leaves then crunching at my feet The cold wind, the smell of crisp air Opens the wind-o to my soul Fall's memory of an earlier time Jumping into a raked mountain of leaves, "Come join me," was my plea. My walk to school in mornings glow The great oak tree's boughs, bowing from winds rushing through reaching and touching overhead A radiant halo of color above The twinkle of sunlight as I look up thru the leaves radiance The smell of wood's burning found in the air I rub my hands a hold-out for the hearth, yet around the hill, back home from school, I go. A pumpkin sits and awaits me there carving designs float thru my mind, A smile upon my lips on my approach and now a big grin a wind-o, I can see mom she is there with my carving tools within. A bowl of hot chili she has prepared as I take off my jacket to begin.