Soon, sadly, the red, lime and white will be gone for the season.
Returning to Mother Earth - sorrow but not grieving.
Summer seems long and mostly hot, but not really out of reason.
Frost soon be on the Orange pumpkins - none in my viewing,
Except within a short spell while driving, laying on a wooden wagon.
Harvest Moon not far away in the heavens - started a brewing
Never busted a pumpkin of another - now I be bragging.