Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Something's odd in my world. It's October and I haven't heard Ruth say the word "pumpkin" yet. Here's some incentive Ru - a tiny pumpkin poem.

Piles of pumpkins, heavy, opulent,
orange, rough textured, feminine fruit,
autumnal, mysterious, mutiseeded,
each a canvas for artistry, a potential
face, unique, co-created with the carver.
exciting, waiting, piles of pumpkins


Mary said...

She must be busy indeed!

Ruth said...

Sorry! I wil write about (and carve) pumpkins soon!

Thanks for the poem