picking through a patch of perfect pumpkins…
Giant pumpkins growing in gaggles.
A group of gourds on a gorgeous day.
The man in the moon, in all his glory, be that a half moon.
But he appears without a doubt.
A shooting moon to wish upon, for a star isn’t always fallen.
Swimming, floating in the clouds above.
A small field of poppies catches the eye,
the crackling sounds fill the air as I passed them by.
Beautiful flowers make me smile, make me happy for the while…