Photo by Kathy Burns
The sun peaked from behind the clouds.
Autumn was in the air.
The crows sat in the barren trees
Something surely waiting there.
Leaves danced o’r the ground
As the wind began to blow.
Children sensed it coming
From where no one could know.
They sniffed the air with childhood hopes
And pulled their sweaters tight.
Whatever it could possibly be,
They dreamed as children might.
A wagon rumbled down the road
Pulled by an old gray mare
An old man managing the load,
There was magic in the air.
Children jumped happily up and down
The day had come at last.
When the pumpkins came to town.