Thinning of the Worlds

Jack-o'-lantern grin with mischief As the ghost and ghouls parade Tread careful for the veil is thin

Corn Maze

Can't see for cornstalks All around me are walls Keep your hands to the right

Smell of hay The rocking of the wagon On our way

Pumpkin spice And everything nice That's what girls

Like a whirlwind of fire The leaves blow by Coating the world

Leaves fall in disarray A chill slowly creeps in Settling subtly into the air

The orange of the pumpkin field Can be seen for acres

Fresh pile of leaves Leave me craving Childhood memories

Leaves explode In a riot

The temperature drops And leaves a chill