“Soon, my darling,” the pumpkin whispered
as a candle flickered within it, “Soon.”
Fall leaves whirled with the flow of music
like fish in a pond or birds in a flock.
The October vines
keep me trapped like spider webs.
How the color orange covers
the pumpkin is how the feeling covered
like scarecrows covered by black-winged birds.
Tell me, how will I look at you
when morning comes?
Collaborative poem from Del Valle Opportunity Center
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Every fall and spring, Badgerdog solicits and publishes occasional poems from its students. This poem by the students at Del Valle Opportunity Center was one of our Halloween favorites. Congratulations!
Stay tuned for the winning poem on Friday.