As Autumn Changes

The roundest, orangest, nicest pumpkin I find In a farmer's field ten miles from town. Uncarved and free from ghoul's design with unsaid prayers, I set my pumpkin down. I set it down in grass in front of a stone. A granite stone turned in perfect square. Light's changing now to a dimmer tone. My tears fall from my empty eyes that stare. They stare as time passes quickly before my eyes. The rotting fruit has caved on all four sides. Hence, heraldic symbol dies To become slime above where love resides. Globe spatters, sending forth white pearly seeds with matted threads. Could this be human brain? Lunging forth, I trip on rocks and weeds. My legs move, but I can make no gain. I look to see what caused my foot to trip. I see a granite stone much like the same as my Love's, it ends with letters RIP. and, 'bove is' -Wife of- and - Oh No - my name.