Last Fruits

The leaves are falling
  This November day
  Awashed in the cold sunlight.
The tomatillos are at last bursting their husks:
  Just two -- destined for salsa;
  Many more hard under their husks,
  Doomed to end life there.
Two green Yellow tomatoes,
  Green for weeks and weeks,
  Never to ripened,
  Are now helped by a brown paper bag.
Last Fruits holding on
  In soil carpeted
  With dry leaves, brown and orange
The remnants of Summer time --
The Last Harvest

©2009 John A. Mills

published in Shot Glass Journal Issue #3