Straw people rise through the fields
Guarding fleshy treasure from winged assailants
Fruits plummet to the ground
As leaves turn brown
Summer turns his gaze away,
As Winter stirs from her slumber
Days fade to night as months ride on
Specters rise whilst pumpkins are carved
Luminous visages cackle in the dark
Pumpkin aroma flutters in shops
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