Honey-colored wonder, seeking a sight out of the green
Wondering upon the illusions of the ground with thrill
Tasting the heat of the soil from some hands that gently planted
To the clay of the earthen past and wishes that tomorrow be granted.
Way along the pathwalk…her leaves of neon spread out joy and laughter
Until the morning comes to touch her face with love
When thanksgiving in fall, re- connects time set apart
Commence oh heart and sing a ‘jack-o-lantern’ song of glee
As if love abides between time and distance…..and embraces you and me.