Pumpkins and Lantern walks
I like when September’s gone and October just began.
Memories told best by writings of my son.
“I remember the lantern walks and pumpkins lit from within
some big , some small
of ghosts and monsters
with scary faces and crooked smiles
flickering like fire flies
They spread across like headless warriors
and autumn leaves like rustic armors
I was a moose, and then a knight
knocking on doors
for a trick, a treat or a fright.
Written October 2012