They wait in the field
like small, round stories
not yet told~
each one holding its own shade
of late-season gold.
Wind moves through them
with the gentlest authority,
nudging their vines,
reminding them
they were once blossoms
that believed in light.
A crow strolls past, unimpressed.
Pumpkins don’t mind.
They’ve learned the art
of being quietly magnificent~
content to glow
without asking for applause.
By evening, the whole field
softens into a kind of chorus,
each pumpkin offering
its patient brightness
to the coming dark.
And you can almost hear them,
those round, humble lanterns
of the earth,
whispering,
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front porch decor
bought from farmers' market
already seasoned
Pumpkins laugh under dark skies filled with bats
While ghosts seek to find delicious treats
And Halloweeners roam about in cute masks
Funny and frightening monsters chit-chat
About sweets and treats they would like to eat
But pumpkins laugh under dark skies, praised by cats
Neighbors try to stuff candy in big bags
They have gathered lots of colorful treats
While witches roam around in pointed black hats
Halloween Goblins sit on the doormat
Trick-or-Treaters in costumes do compete
As Pumpkins laugh under dark skies filled with bats
There are so many fairies to look at
And children all like to shout, "Trick or Treat!"
While merry Goblins run around with cute hats.
Halloween Pumpkins are cute to look at
With their big grinning faces that compete
With Pumpkins that light up the dark skies that hide cats
While Halloweeners go 'round with cute masks!
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the floxed bulb of October winnows down
to pumpkins crouched in their own orange light—
each vine a fuse unspooling toward frost,
each fruit a brain swelling with moonstruck seeds.
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the floxed bulb of October winnows down
to pumpkins crouched in their own orange light~
each vine a fused unspooling toward frost,
each fruit a brain swelling with moonstruck seeds.
In settings where bold forests host pumpkins,
A crimson heart and amber warmth arise,
Like Valentine Pumpkins showing olden
Glow of peaceful orbs flaming in night skies.
Valentine Pumpkins are gifts from spirits,
Reflecting Peace on their smiley faces,
Releasing new heights, no thunderous hits,
Their soothing colors emit three graces.
Red, not wrath: autumn leaves and sweet roses;
Orange, not angry, but in Harvest rites.
Each flame burns where a calm spirit dozes.
Whispered truth rises, henceforth, in these lights.
Valentine Pumpkins prevail because love
Meets the Harvest Magic of Stars above!
Perfect spheres of orange
Perhaps a green or white
Pointed knives for carving
Practiced scary faces
Perpetuate the fear
Promised Jack O'Lantern
Pumpkins will light the night
Ghouls or Ghosts 9-23-25 Sponsor: Joseph May
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Pumpkins
Pumpkin lights glow eerie
Piercing the goblin night
Phantoms swirl in their gleam
Prowling tendrils creep in
Puzzles of shadows that
Pass through orange spells with
Perfumes of passing ghosts.
Pumpkins are made
For pies
And pies are made
For jack-o-lanterns
To
Please little girls
Who ride swings high over the city on
Cold
Mornings when others
Have found the schoolhouse
Under the ghetto waiting to transform the little leftovers
Into Wallstreetbogeymen scaring the country into
Unwanted
Growth claiming ‘More Pumpkins Are Better.’
The swing's chains are cold in late October
The seat can be wet
She
In her own glory does
Not
Notice the silence. Dreaming of
Dancing at the Met exposing truth to the music of Mendelssohn.
We linger
On the damp cool October morn
She peruses the skyline looking for the
Spot she might run to
As the swing finds a higher plane.
AUTUMNAL DELIGHTS
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leaf-covered sidewalks
pumpkins ready to harvest
gourds covered in frost
Fall Season
crisp
chilly
mornings give
way to warm days
of sunshine, leaves turn
golden, red, brown, yellow
pumpkins grow fat on the vine
mums, marigolds, amaranthus,
golden rod reach full bloom, the drink of
choice for the evening is hot chocolate
should be such a scene
had been meant for Halloween
pumpkins and grass green
The artistic viewpoint
Slightly skewed
Somewhat short
Just past the “two’s”
Water colors
On a white fridge
A bit a-kilter
Pumpkin heads
A blur of witches
‘Gainst the moon
O’er dripping leaves
‘Neath artist’s eyes
Pumpkin orange and red sun
Placid silvery moon
Plurally shine upon
Pumpkins planted for sale
People, crowds of people
Prepare for fall's full moon
Pleasant Halloween night
Pumpkins, pumpkins every
place. Pumpkins on my lunch
plate. pumpkins under moon
Placid, silver, shining
'Pon that pumpkin patch orange.
Pumpkins gathered, cooked done
Perennially served, hon
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