You big, bloated orange moon

hanging there in the heavy air

You have stolen summer

eaten it right up and laughed

You have opened the night for lovers

You have burped out a sigh

A whiff of smoke; camp fires burn low

eager for what lies ahead…I dread

After the regal colors of Autumn

Snow will chill my bones

So, gloat now you blighted orb

I will laugh, a pumpkin laugh, alas…