Snow on the pumpkin

Snow on the pumpkin, blood on the plow*.

With apologies to John Mellencamp, this is how it looks and feels to see Halloween and autumn, glorious autumn, slipping into the past, following the last of the dull, threadbare leaves that fall to rot in the drifts among their kin.


Snow on the pumpkins.

* shifted lyrics from John Cougar Mellencamp’s Scarecrow album 1985, Scarecrow in the Rain

Those two faded orbs, once so luminous with life and wild, joyous celebration, slip into gradual oblivion, leaving their crowns for the next generation’s glory. But, a new court forms, and the next season of the witch is glimpsed through the corridor of time.