Molding leaves merge with pungent pumpkin pulp
Cider mists waft with cloves and cinnamon
Crackling smoke rises white in light grey sky
Time of decay and honoring the dead
Indian summer makes pumpkins grow fat
Molding leaves merge with pungent pumpkin pulp
Hayrides, haunted trails, children’s piercing squeals
Roasted corn, bobbing for apples in barn
Cider mists rise with cloves and cinnamon
Manicured lawns wear technicolor coats
Flannel-wielded rakes peel them off to piles
Crackling smoke rises white in light grey sky
Morgan Dragonwillow (with today’s co-host, Michele Vecchito) is the host of OctPoWriMo. Michele says:
Which scent triggers your most powerful memory? What images come to mind? Capture the feeling in your poem.
Today’s offering is in cascade form, created by Udit Bhatia.
image: “Fright Night Hay Ride”
Tao Talk 
I can just smell the pungent pumpkin pulp and molding leaves, great fall scents!
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Thank you. It is a time of many wonderful scents.
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You are welcome.
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Cloves and cinnamon…that is indeed autumn. (K)
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Awesome alliteration and such an amalgamation of autumn aromas!
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Punam, thank you, and yes, this is a aromal season :)
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So it is! You are welcome! 🙂
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Sounds like paradise JadeLi.
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Happy memories, glad you liked them, Len.
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