Dancing squirrels
have taken note
of the pre-Thanksgiving
feast—
as windblown leaves,
soggy,
like fresh strips
of paper-mâché,
are stuck to everything
in sight—across our lawn, the
path to our door.
I wonder, what would they think
if I sprinkled some Sriracha
or pepper-apple chutney
on top
of the jack o’ lantern soup
sitting
on our front porch,
rainwater
filling up
to the smile?
I prefer mine
with sour cream
and a little kick:
a half sandwich,
toasted
with
lots
of pepperoncinis.
Do you think
they would mind
sharing
if I brought
and topped
it
with roasted
pepitas
and a caramelized pecan
or two?
I bet Beatrix would know.
© 2014 Jennifer Wagner
Note: I made pumpkin soup for
the first time last year. Soo good.