Gild
me
with gourds,
let me be
gladly encircled,
creation-ready, blade in hand
to form weird faces, crooked teeth, skewed eyebrows over
owlish eyes. Let me be garlanded with gauzy faux-spiderwebs, autumn's spun sugar.
Let us gather to share cornucopias brimming
with vegetables, grains, fruits— and
as we gaze at each
other, we
will glean
the
good.