jack-o-lantern

loving
gray days and black coffee
the spot with the leafy salad and bread so thick it cuts like cake
loving
the trees, colorful in dying, celebrating
confetti
bits of self on the wind
loving
the ritual of october
pumpkin face
my little pumpkin
you are not that scary with that face
missing a tooth, big smile and downturned
eyebrows
you cannot scare me
i still see
your light inside.