When the kids move out and your man dies
and the best friends get cancer or move to Arizona,
the rooms in your house look dried out, roped off
like those rooms in a history museum
because you just can't remember what you said
or did in places where things will never be like that again.
So you make pumpkin bread now and that makes you
at your Jack O Lantern‘s wicked grin.
Outside the window a maple tree drops
bits of gold across the yard, there’s a scent of wood
burning in the fog & you feel the earth turning its back
On the sun, all the long, bright days
Autumn still beautiful as before but
the nights now too chilly
so you go to bed with the candle burning
just to keep Jack smiling at you
all through the night.