The Pumpkin Field

Olive waves
          fringed in starlight
  and daffodil gold
nuzzle an azure sky
Here
The fine fingers
          of a dying summer
                    reach out to caress
an autumn field
And
Fetus flowers
  stir in weathered wombs
gorging themselves
on sun and wind
Then
Jack-o-lantern babes
  dream of sharp scythes
and cool samain nights
                              spent on lighted sills