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.

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