Autumn's Bitter-Sweet Ambrosia

Among the harvest's bounty, tart we find,

Stem of bright Ruby, earth’s ordinance true,

Culinary muse to many tongues known.

Soft pastry cloak enfolds thy tang within,

Rhubarb does nestle, humble and revered.

Each bite as if first mankind’s sweetest fall,

Bitter and sweet doth wrestle and unite,

In steaming forkfuls of time-blurred delight.

O pie, thou send friendship’s bonds anew

Nature’s dowry, given to mortals low.