Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Post Season...

Post Season...

I've watched jack-o-lanterns after Halloween,
Tossed onto the compost heap,
The dark soot of burned-out candles,
Trailing from pumkin eyes,
Blackening pumpkin lips,
Shriveling and rotting,
Back into mush,
Melting into the Earth,
Becoming one with the dirt,
That from which they arose.

Even pumpkins of thunder,
The giant of noisy gourds,
Loud in their season,
Yet when it passes they return,
Back to the formless underworld,
And even wide-eyed children dream of them no more.

Wail pumpkin,
Thrash pumpkin,
Writhe as you melt,
For tomorrow is another season,
None of it yours.

Then we give thanks.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/09/2020