THE FROST IS NOT YET ON THE PUMPKIN by Zisa Moglen
The frost is not yet on the pumpkin
Although morning greets me more coldly than just yesterday.
And I open the door each morning wearing a warmer sweater.
The frost is not yet on the pumpkin.
Rich velvety red and orange leaves still cling to yonder trees.
Autumn blushes openly.
But when I visit the stores,
There are displays heralding the Christmas season.
Halloween hasn’t arrived yet.
It is mid-October
And I want to appreciate the theatrical glow of a bright jack o’lantern,
The tang of apple cider,
A cold fall dawn,
The ever-earlier darkness
At the end of an autumn day.
Don’t rush me into the Christmas season
Until I enjoy Halloween’s drama.
Don’t cheat me of autumn
And tempt me with Christmas.
What will happen to Thanksgiving?
Give me a moment
To savor the taste of pumpkin pie
And bask in the sunlight of golden aspen leaves.
A gift from Mother Nature.
Let the pumpkin gather frost after all.
Updated October 15, 2014—Published in RUSTLINGS Magazine, Virginia Publication — October 1978
When Zisa Moglen entered a department store in Washington DC in October 1978, she was astonished. No Halloween decorations and no signs of autumn were evident at Woodward & Lothrups. Instead, there were Christmas trees and decorations for the Christmas season and a sign: FOR SALE. Emboldened by these symbols of Christmas, she drove home. As she passed falling leaves, pumpkin patches and apple cider for sale along the beautiful Virginia countryside, she thought about the Christmas trees. How dare the commercial companies and retail stores sell Christmas so early! The beauty and magnificence of the autumn season — Halloween and Thanksgiving — were meant to be enjoyed. Savor the moment! Zisa Moglen was inspired to write a poem: “The Frost is Not Yet on the Pumpkin.”