Poetry from Logan Lane

The Immortal Pumpkin

Large pumpkin growing in a patch

Photo credit Leticia Garcia Bradford

Pumpkins large and small, orange and green

Lie in the fields under brown and gray leaves.

The eyes of the pumpkin watch.

Halloween, Halloween.  

Their green stems eye the pleasure of those dressed. 

Witches, ghosts, young and old celebrate the Eve.

They look for signs of spirits and some feel their presence. 

The Immortal Pumpkin knows.

He has grown in the fields.

Watched the celebrators in search of eternal life.

Some feel the signs of the ghosts, evil devils and loving angels.

The pumpkin knows.

The pumpkins watch.