The LASt blackberry of autumn
The last blackberry of autumn
Was sour
And thimble small,
As though it too sensed the winter
And had become bitter,
Shrinking
Away from the cold winds
On the horizon.
Perhaps next year would be sweeter.
The last blackberry of autumn
Was sour
And thimble small,
As though it too sensed the winter
And had become bitter,
Shrinking
Away from the cold winds
On the horizon.
Perhaps next year would be sweeter.