5. The Occasional Poet

I’ve decided the best way to showcase my poetry would be to let it have its own blog. So all you have to do is click on the link to the right called Kevin Olsen: Poet.

Sonnet 9 is called “Pumpkin Weather,” which I think is a very appropriate poem for today.  This time of year is my absolute favorite. Autumn days are like autumn air; crisp. Everything crunches and crackles.

Keep in mind that ”My Life in a Book” is my first collection of poems. Though they’re not a good representation of where I am today they do show where I’ve come from. So enjoy this piece of me.

“Pumpkin Weather”     Sonnet 9             11/3/99

Golden hues spread far and wide,
Dazzled by a hint of red.
All is glazed with misted ice;
Jack’s touch of magic blend.
People donning thick, dark clothes:
Sweaters, jackets, gloves and cords.
A child laughs; red-tipped nose,
And leaves his mittens on the porch.
All moments pause . . . .
Familes make more time to share.
Cutting out orange faces cause
Pumpkin smells to fill the air.
Pumkpin weather- a simple season
When no one cries for rhyme or reason.