The Weed-Filled Path — Anna Cates

What lies at the end of the weed-filled path?
Autumn has come and the sun is missing.
Wild oats, wild grapes, or the grapes of wrath—
What lies at the end of the weed-filled path?
The end of days and all its aftermath—
Some surmise a bog with bullfrogs ever croaking.
What lies at the end of the weed-filled path?
Winter has come and the moon is missing.