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“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may” – or pumpkins, as it were. This week’s poet, Natalie Hooker of Essex Junction, implores us to take mindful advantage of the harvest season now upon us, to soak up the transitional spirit the equinox brings and its bounty too.
Pumpkin patch
By Natalie Hooker, 11, Essex Junction
Up there on that hill past
the farms you will find
jumping clouds on a
bright fall day,
with whispering
winds,
and trees dancing to the rhythm
of the leaves humming tunes,
and the sun beaming with
pride on the busy villagers
below.Below
is a pumpkin patch sweet and
simple, all alone, seeking a purpose,
waiting for the right moment
to shine and call out the villagers’ names.
But still they keep busy, and
the sun continues to gleam
while the leaves repeat their tunes.
So the trees will dance
while the clouds whisper,
on that bright fall day
past the farms.
On the hill,
the pumpkins are still there –
still wondering,
still waiting.
