In An Anti-Autumn State of Mind

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #307 - An Anti-Autumn
State of Mind

"The season changes to something autumnal and thoughts turn to its colorful palette and cozy temperatures and ya-da, ya-da…

Admittedly, Autumn is my favorite season (and mostly for those reasons). But I figure we will change the dynamic here. Think outside the re-usable grocery bag (we ran out of boxes) and write an anti-Autumn poem. Disrespect the colors, demean the smells. Put Halloween in its place.

Do not go gentle into that lousy Autumn. Write it!"

Who needs those shades
of Autumn - too bright,
and macabre Halloween
causing children fright.

The chilly evenings
that bring to mind
the season of death
is not far behind.

Jack-O-Lantern's grimace
that soon turns to rot,
vomiting seeds
over haystacks–a blot.

Who needs Autumn leaves
trampling on graves
of those who have passed
already engraved.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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