In
Frosty
Fall,
I Longingly
Recall
Summer’s
Berry
And
Vegetable
Haul,
Now
Past.
I’m
Down
At
Last
To
Apples
And
The
Rigid
Squash.
Cold
Weather
Puts
The
Kibosh
On
The
Soft
Fruits
I Prefer,
But
I’ll
Endure,
My
Intent
Almost
Pure,
And
Eat
What
I Can
Get,
With
Only
A
Small
Regret.