The Weeping Jack-O-Lantern (The Transformation of The Sad Pumpkin)

On a brighter day
the sun shines down
it seems the day
has come around
the warming sun
has dried the mist
as the hazy fog
begins to lift

the time has come
for the leaves to turn
the wind will change
and the trees will burn
as the temperature falls
and the air turns crisp
the time of year
when pumpkins get picked

the crunching sounds
of dried dead leaves
trampled underneath
of peoples feet
within the patch the spirits rise
the pumpkins showing their best sides

one by one
they are taken home
shaped
and carved
and put up for show
in the corner
the sad pumpkins waits
for its turn it anticipates

knowing it will
not get picked first
but also aware
that it can’t be the worst
hoping it will catch someones eye
wishing that people
would stop walking by

one after another
the pumpkins are picked
entangled in vines
the sad pumpkin sits
and now its time
has finally come
its going home with someone

on the table
the pumpkin waits
for the shape
of its new face
wondering how it might appear
full of hope
and joy
and cheer

but what is carved
for all to see
a dreary face of misery
a drooping smile
and gloomy eyes
not at all what it had in mind

as the pumpkin sits
on display
trapped behind its dreary face
with a tiny light
that burns inside
burning right behind its eyes

perhaps the world can see beyond
the face that says
its all gone wrong
and see the light that burns within
and know the pumpkin really grins