Pumpkin Pie

Pumpkin Pie

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

This deal, raw intentions so

harshly tendered, I expect

will not hold through a winter's

discontent. Come spring,

with the lilacs in bloom, we'll turn

the clocks ahead an hour,

bury the bitter unfinished gourd

from last September's

skinty harvest, and plant

a fresh field of seedlings.

More resilient, re-confirmed,

reminded of what was

the initial undertaking

of terms we will return

to the garden

and grow ourselves

a new, grander pumpkin.


Ken e Bujold

© 2022

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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Ah, yes, Hope&Spring spring eternal! :)
Good one,
JD

Posted 2 Years Ago


This has the feeling to me of emergence from a pandemic. The closed-in feeling and the finally able to get back to the business of living.
Either that, or it's about pumpkins.

Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

ha! let you in on the secret sauce. I don't actually know myself. started out straight forward, rant.. read more

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Added on October 9, 2022
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Ken e Bujold
Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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