Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: The Smell of Chrysanthemums (posted by Kim)
“The challenge is to write a poem, of any length or form, about an item of autumn: whole tree or just a leaf or nut; flower, berry, a bonfire in the garden – it’s up to you, just as long as the poem is new.”
Your furrows are sandy
semi-circles etched in orange
roundness, with arced stem.
In fields of green vines
your particular shades and sizes
all appear alike as you lie
on your sides waiting
to be picked–pumpkin adoption
by discriminating children.
You brighten the season,
proudly displayed on
our front steps. Comical
or scary, when your face
is carved, you illuminate
chilly nights. Through windows
a spicy scent of baked yumminess
gifting appetites for pie, bread,
or mousse. Useful source of fiber.
Your plump orb of orange
brings a smile to my face
each Autumn.
purplepeninportland 