Autumn
The streets gleam
Rain has passed
Now the morning
Is bathed in warm golden tones
Trees silver sheen a sharp contrast
The Pumpkins
Cynical grin askew
Day of the death
You have been in your grave for decades
The pain you caused lives on
Every day
Eventually the candle in the pumpkin
Like your life one day
Snuffed
The grin hollow now
Half rotten shell
Always empty
Even when you were still alive
