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After Blackberry Picking
inside the hedge's
clusters of blackberries,
bare arms grazed
red by bramble thorns,
fingers and thumbs
richly stained, plucking
their plumpness
pulling the pie dish
out of the oven's
blast of heat
to let it cool as
the tanned top rises
and falls with blackberry
breath, and now to
slice apart summer,
my heart swells,
but for this pie
what else has turned
out well, now that
the autumn light
fades early and days
deteriorate fast to dusk?
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