That patch:
unchosen pumpkins wait
for winter
and their withered fate

- they'll never go
through carving rites,
know inner glow
of lantern lights,

or face the world
with graven eyes,
or even serve
as pulp for pies -

while vicious skies
and sights convene
on this wicked

Unchosen © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Photo prompt challenge (pumpkins lying in an expansive field below an autumnal sky) - link: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2735546-Poetic-landscapes-119
Submitted: October 27, 2019

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