Ghost of the Season
Ghost of the Season
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Tangled with dread, in the fields of the night
Pumpkins have gathered, to stay out of sight
They huddle together, and hide under vines
Trembling with fear, after witnessing signs
The voice of dark winter
Is blowing a warning
The frightening whispers
Are bringing a shiver
A snow cloud appears, on the distant horizon
The sprinkles of rain have turned into ice fronds
Each pumpkin of gold, is shivering cold
So frightened of freezing, they have turned into white ones…
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Submitted for Carol Brown's Contest: "What No Orange Pumpkins?"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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