Pumpkin Poem by C.S. Belfiore
Pumpkin
auburn leaves flutter high and low
air filled with the smell of the year's first snow
watch them blossom, watch them grow
been green, almost time to go
deciduous skeletons stiff and bare
so innocent, so rare
empty skies housing icy moon
first frost upon us, soon
so cold, maybe it will sting
feel the shell, feels not a thing
its all out, time is all you need
its run out, nothing but a seed
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