21 November 2009

Pumpkin

Pumpkin (11/21)

Patch is filled with leaves - wet
crunching The smell of clouds
flits on the tongue -

I carve and make a nose - squish the tendrils
It is slasher fun

Walking late it's cold dark
and our pillow cases are filling with candy

The first snow - leaves go mush
a hush falls over melting corpses of Halloween
It's getting colder things start to smell
like cinnamon

I light a candle - it smells like cathedrals like
winter coming on