The Pumpkin Nobody Saw
I grew beneath the leaves,
where shadows kept their secrets.
The shadows of the field.
Still, I grow,
rounding in the dirt,
like a small orange moon.
No one saw me.
Rain touched my shoulders,
bees hummed over my hidden face.
The vine twisted around me and gently whispered “just wait”
So I waited…
Soon Autumn came.
The cool crisp breeze.
Blowing the leaves from my face,
Uncovering me for the first time.
There I was—
Unhidden, for the first time.
Big, bright, round and orange.
The grandest pumpkin, you once couldn’t see.
But I was there.
Patiently waiting to be seen.
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