Candy Corn and Snowflakes
Intercom: the visuals are incredible!
The spray of candy corn fireworks
and the snowflake stars. Land ho…
…and out come the celebrants. They
Stick their tongue to the flakes. Catch.
the honey Brach’s with their teeth.
Leaves layered everywhere. Seasons
on display. Children’s flower windmills
wheeling. Sun’s mellow-yellow-smile.
Oaks, maples and pines holding hands,
branches clapping, looking up, gifting
edible acorns and prickly pine cones.
The skies grow heavy with foreboding
as the great and small pumpkins roll in.
Hideous laughter, sinister carvings
on their orange ribbed faces. Seed webs
dangle from their toothy grins. The wind
says, “Boo!” and off go the craven beasts.
Oft the celebrants feel sorry for them,
having most of their insides scooped
and made into the most delicious pie.
They end up taking one in per house.
Each pumpkin shines bright, contained
on breezy porch, scared of the next boo.
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