Fall takes a false start
But already it’s past too late
Yesterday, we bid the sun farewell
And made space for flavorful cornucopias.
Candles of pumpkin spice and safety blankets
Have already made an appearance
So we sit and we wait for the wind to howl
And for the mood to be full again
Because we want to claim werewolves and vampires and puppeted freight
Because we want the seasons to change
And everything else to remain the same
It’s all just puppeted desire.