Tis the season.
I bundle myself
in layers of woolen scarves,
but the breeze still chills.
Death
has never
been so colorful.
Crinkles
and crunches
fill fall's carols.
Pumpkins glow, costumes
are donned, doorbells ring, smiles ask,
bags fill, sweets fill dreams.
Warm
spices flavor
treats, the season.
(Prompt by me)
Photo source
I bundle myself
in layers of woolen scarves,
but the breeze still chills.
Death
has never
been so colorful.
Crinkles
and crunches
fill fall's carols.
Pumpkins glow, costumes
are donned, doorbells ring, smiles ask,
bags fill, sweets fill dreams.
Warm
spices flavor
treats, the season.
(Prompt by me)
Photo source
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