The pumpkins bask

in late September light

Staved like whiskey barrels

packed full of seeds for roasting

Pie filling in the making

 

 

Assembled  neon glow is so bright

carrots and tigers just can't compete

Pumpkins spread so large and plentiful

squash and gourds pray

for a pumpkin plague

 

 

In October the plague arrives

in the form of long sharp knives

that carve out strange hideous faces

And with the aid of a flickering candle

the pumpkins enjoy the final laugh

 

 

c) C. Butler 1996