Memories of Baltimore Octobers Past
|This poem is entered in "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest"
Why is there banjo music?
pumpkins on the porch
smile an autumn smile
cats dance the day away on the streets of Baltimore
Why is it dark so early?
pumpkins on the steps
carve a witty laugh
late leaves take their fall
Why does the basset hound howl?
pumpkins in her purview
rain is no barrier to his collapse
cold mornings portend shadows in the graveyard
Why is it written so?
pumpkins stir delicious pies
memories take us to warmth
Season shrouded in mystery and death
Why didn't they notice?
pumpkins laced in clouds
Poe took his last steps
as the Baltimore gremlins smiled an evil smile.