The phony cobwebs are swept away,
But the carved pumpkins have yet to rot
And still sit on the steps in front of many houses.
The leftover candy, marked down after Halloween,
Has been cleared from the stores,
Their festive designs gone for another year,
But the children who spent their night walking
From door to door now have their own hoards
And like dragons they stand guard over their goodies
Waiting for their parents to turn their backs,
So that they can grab another piece of chocolate,
And keep their sugar high going strong.
Meanwhile, families make plans for Thanksgiving,
Searching for recipes to flaunt in front of friends and families,
Or thinking up excuses to avoid visiting in-laws.
There are still pumpkin spice variations of every product that could manage it,
Including those that should never have tried such a crossover.
The trees are still mostly covered in red and gold,
Though more leaves fall with every breeze,
And the ground is in desperate need of a rake.
Football season is in full swing,
And every sports bar is playing at least three games on any given night.
Charlie Brown will be making his way onto the small screen once again,
Forever famous for falling while trying to kick a ball.
Fall is heavy in the air.
Halloween has barely faded,
And Thanksgiving looms on the horizon.
And yet as I listen to the radio I can already hear them,
Christmas carols, playing through the first week of November.
