Crackling seeds pop off pans
Jack-O-lantern jumping beans
Scent of chili and garlic butter,
Mmmm, almost there.
Found the time to empty
Pretty orange shells
As chilled wind nips cheeks,
Feast or famine
I choose snacks.
Background noise to break the silence,
Long lost movie runs on fifty inches
As Saint Elmo’s fire burns,
Faces so young and familiar
Imaginary heroes of youth,
Don’t miss the drama
Of The yesterday now gone,
Just seeing images of big hair
Eighties music and the gangs all there.
The winds will come
As the sun rises and I dread the cold,
But if the power slips into nothing
And I’m here hanging with my tribe,
The seeds will suffice to fill the void
Of a hot cooked meal denied,
One more reality
That fall is slipping away
With the empty skins in fields for deer
And frost will find me waiting
The simple days not gone
With pumpkin seeds warm from baking,
Hanging out with my old friends,
Demi and Emilio and Rob.
Don’t worry, three big pumpkins worth of seeds, don’t worry, I’ll save you some….maybe…..okay, one or two at least…..addictive little things.
Lovely photo found at : http://www.eckerts.com/pumpkins-pumpkins-pumpkin-seeds/