Poetry: Autumn Quilt

patches orange, patches red
bound together with the thread
that stitches tales of starry nights
filled with warm fires and ghostly frights
the shrieks of children all delighted
dressed in gowns and masks, invited
to troll the the streets for scrumptious treats
and stuff themselves with moon-shaped sweets
but in the morning, their laughs of joy
are shoved in trunks with disused toys
to be forgotten till next year
except within these patches here
this fabric filled with gasps of time
a hushed anticipated rhyme
created by the careful patterns
depicting all the things that matter
and holding them near sleeping hearts
as winter’s dance stills autumn’s arts

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