seeds within the orange month of sweetness:
the cauldron full of candy
spooks that knock for treats
playing tricks on the memory
time folds, past meets present
like a ghost in the machine
suddenly showing its face
night gathers, softens
the faithful beat a path through the cornfield
amazement-bound for
the labyrinth of childhood
that never really ends
Fall has always been my favorite season! Thanks for reading
The Poetry Patio 