Pumpkin Fever

I love pumpkins.

Pulses of children race, adult hearts pump
under conditions of Pumpkin Fever. You
might feel it as I do—squash plant magnetism!
Patches of farmer’s fields with pumpkins to tap,
kinda like Mother Earth is a pumpkin bank.
I so love October, pumpkins, Halloween…I
never tire of this grand pumpkin tradition.

Frost arrives soon on panes, though I may scoff
every time. Yet time marches; seasons change.
Verily I say, however, Pumpkin Fever will rev
each motor inside stick-in-the muds on idle.
Revel in the fever—big pumpkins are on tour.

12 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
10-2-16

Double Acrostic of, “Pumpkin Fever.”

With a Double Acrostic, the word or phrase
is spelled out both down the front and the
back of the poem. In this case, it is,
“Pumpkin Fever.”