Lies a garden of beauty, as the story is told.
When frost kisses the pumpkins, transforming the sight,
A poem emerges in nature's poetic light.
Behold the radiant pumpkins, bathed in a haze of white,
Their glowing colors dimmed in a spectral twilight.
The air crisp and still, with an aromatic scent,
A tale of autumn's arrival, a presence eloquent.
As the moon casts its silver, on this enchanting scene,
The frosted pumpkins whisper, their secrets serene.
Their once vibrant hues, now muted and veiled,
An ethereal canvas by frost gently sealed.
Oh, the whisper of frost on pumpkin's tender skin,
A symphony of nature, a magical whim.
Through the frosted veil, their inner flame glows,
A tribute to nature's artistry, as the poem shows.
In this tranquil moment, the world holds its breath,
Witnessing the beauty, born of frost's gentle theft.
The pumpkin's embrace, adorned in a frozen lace,
A testament to nature's harmonious grace.
So, let us marvel at this frosted tapestry,
Where frost and pumpkins harmoniously agree.
And as the season unfolds its captivating rhyme,
Embrace the beauty of frost on pumpkin's prime.