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The Pumpkins
by Mary Ellen SmithThe pumpkins in the pumpkin patch
are Jack O Lanterns now.
They traded in their mother's vine
for Halloween-ish smiles.
But the light that shines
so bright within...
That light that glows
with every grin,
Soon will flicker just a bit
forgetting it was ever lit.
10/31/2009 Posted on 11/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/01/09 at 12:40 AM The brevity of the holiday underscored in this bright and symbolic poem. (The collected candy may last until Easter!) |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/01/09 at 03:48 AM ... this is exceptional..... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/02/09 at 05:06 PM ...mary, ditto on joe's wonderment; cool pome[sic]... |
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