A gorgeous flower,
shining bright on dull Fall nights.
The end of a season
is beckoning near,
But one flower is still standing
To prevent the bleakness we fear.
The center is golden,
The scent is spice,
The petals come in every color that is nice.
I plant a few,
with spade and gloves;
because I know it will repay me
Pumpkin and spice is very nice
The scent has warmth and comfort,
And as the Autumn is winding down
The isn’t much time left to have it.
So I’ll spice up my chai latte
And splash some in my coffee,
I’ll eat seasonal cookies
And light limited edition candles
And throw myself fully into the joy of it.
By the time Thanksgiving comes
I know the season of pumpkin everything will be done
So in the meantime I’ll be sure to fully enjoy it.