Fall has arrived,
has already removed his shoes
and stretched out with ease
all spread over our green sofa,
his snores sending billows of frost
into this his old familiar dwelling
where we find him once again
for his favorite quarter,
and yet still I find my path bending
toward the brambles and my spirit
nursing a faint spark of hope
that I will discover today
the sinister eyes of the
wild black raspberry bush
staring me square in the face
begging, pleading, desperate,
eat us now, eat us all, and
you are very welcome.