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.