I am like a pumpkin
A hard outer shell,
Soft on the inside
A work of art in the hands of a dreamer.
I am like a child
Tasting chocolate,
And the grouchy neighbor
Who won’t turn on his lights.
I am like apple cider
Sweet and crisp
Tart and heady
And I may get you drunk.
I am like a maple tree
My roots run deep
And sometimes I blush bright red
Just before I am naked.
I am like the wheels
Of a midnight carriage
Keep me well oiled
Or I will scream as I spin.
I am like a vampire
When the night descends I hunger
And when the dawn breaks
I only want to sleep.
I am like a grave
A memorial for friends and family
Who once knew and loved me
Now cold and forgotten.
I am like a jack o’lantern
And when my light is gone
I will mold into the ground
And begin again.
-Anon
I bet I know what month this was written....
