Warm glow behind frosted glass
Are we ready for pumpkins at last?
Spice on the air, awaking our tongues
As we breath the chill deep into our lungs
And dream of dark nights and costumes bright
Apples dripping candy, children’s delight
As we step back in time or summon the future,
Dressed up in scrubs, marred by a suture,
And when tricking is done, we tally our treats
And wait while our hot chocolate heats
Gazing at a moon so full in the sky
As our minds now turn to pumpkin pie
Hello, dear readers. I hope you are ready for fall. It snuck up on us amongst all the excitement. I started this poem sometime in August. It can be rather cold when you are walking around your neighborhood before the sun is even up. Or maybe I am already half thinking about costumes and treats?
