27 October 2006
Wrote this a while ago, but never got around to posting it.
There were so many significances-
scents of cinnamon and cognac
in spiced wine, the second slice
of homemade pumpkin pie,
to say nothing of the pumpkins-
oh, the pumpkins!
The fight they gave and lost,
the battles won with store-bought
pumpkin carving tools, for this is serious
business we've engaged.
And the being with, wherein lies the magic
of any autumn evening, and certainly
a gathering of such magnitude.
The being with is what brings me to life,
what I cannot do without