Autumn Moments

Ghosts and goblins, pumpkin heads, witches riding brooms–

Telling scary stories in dimly lighted rooms–

Sitting ‘round the campfire, hot-dog-roasting fumes–

These are autumn moments . . .

vividly in bloom.

Leaves raked high from autumn trees, fiery golds and reds–

Jumping deeply in the pile, covering our heads–

Darker mornings, shorter days, quicker “off-to-beds”–

These precious autumn moments

gently ‘round us tread.

Apple cider, hot or cold; homemade pumpkin pie–

Autumn scents through window screens; harvest time is nigh–

Fodder shocks and hayrides; scarecrows standing high–

These are autumn moments–

never let them die.

©donna