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Autumn In Her Glory

Crows, bats, witches, haunted houses, goblins, ghosts and me
Pumpkin bread, corn pudding, warm caramel apples my way.
Delicate intricate spider webs between my house and garage.
Holding me in a delighted way on an October day.

Stringy gooey gritty globs of pumpkin slosh on my hands.
As I help squealing jack-0-lantern creators scrape.
Laughter of children coming in waves from leave piles.
Husband screaming at the referee calling him an ape.

Fluffy tailed squirrels chastising each other over walnuts.
Screeching if they think another squirrel has gotten a bit more.
Solid cinnamon roll smells wafting in from my happy oven.
Maize on porch, beside gourds of various colors next to door.

Autumn is here in all her glory, showing us the colors we expect.
Luxurious reds, yellows, browns and oranges showing up in droves.
Cardinal songbirds twitter and trill their announcement of winter.
Magic of fall showing up in pumpkin potpourri and smells of cloves.

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Written. 10/03/2019
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Panagiota Romios

Date: 10/4/2019 3:59:00 AM

Caren, perfect imagery.. Panagiota. xxx

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/4/2019 8:44:00 AM

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the stop by at 3:59 a.m.!

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 10/4/2019 1:32:00 AM

I love wolves but don't have any where I live... have everything else though. I might just be missing the wolves. Blessings, Gina

Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/4/2019 3:58:00 AM

Regins..wolves prowl some cemeteries in Illinois both day and night, Panagiota

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/4/2019 2:02:00 AM

I used to have a wild boy's group at a school. I got permission from every parent, and the teachers who looked at the list said "I would not do that if I were you," and I said "You are not me." We named ourselves "the howling wolves" - I had a card game where we would stop and howl every once in awhile when the right card was drawn. We all loved it!

Judy Ball

Date: 10/3/2019 6:12:00 PM

WoW! Beautiful. We lived in the Northwest Territories here in Canada for 13 1/2 yrs. and I used to love to sit up at night in winter and listen to the wolves howling out past the tree line. The Norther Lights out there were fantastic. This write brought back lovely memories. I really would have loved to live out there forever. God Bless, JB

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/4/2019 12:56:00 AM

Thank you Judy. I saw the wolves first, and then I heard them. I do have to tell you if you hear a bobcat's scream the hair will rise up on your head. It sounds like a woman being murdered. I started into the woods once with a flashlight to help her before my husband stopped me.