When will the pumpkins come?

A child asked his elder
When will the pumpkins come?
The older one replied with a smile
With the debut of the autumn sun.

In a couple hundred wishes
Quite a many kisses
Snacks a plenty on cheesy goldfishes
Is when the pumpkins will come.

The weather is warm and weary
On sweet corn we dine
But soon enough their leaves will emerge
And then,  sweet child of mine

Days will fade much sooner
Much taller you will be
The harvest will happen
The very last one
Before the first freeze.

Pumkin pie cinnamon sweet
Will be upon our plate
But today is summer
The sun is still up
Though my love it is getting late.
The child yawned and the elder smiled
So aware of the changing season

The pumpkins will come soon enough
For now I'll savor warm breezes

Soon the winds will change
And new adventures will arrive
Pumpkins will come
The year will be done
But you will always be mine. 🎃