Tangled In The Pumpkin Patch 

Wishes are waved. Spiralling

through the air, alighting they

take root. The mystical seeds

are sown. Spellbound to the earth.

.

Enchanted the dust shimmers.

Aspirations start sprouting,

flowering and flourishing

in orange evolution.

.

The sorcery is fruitful

abundant with glowing charm.

Ripening a hearts desire,

metamorphosing its hope.

.

With magical resplendence

longed for dreams are harvested.

The carriage of their essence still

tangled in the pumpkin patch.

.

©Jacqui Slade

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