Thursday, October 14, 2010

Apples



Out in the orchard
the bright azure sky
not insects any longer
save for the bees among the droplings
the ones for the apple sauce

Picking a fresh apple
as big as my fist
drawing it to my face
to sense the fragrance
the ripe McIntosh
calling to me


October 14, 2010


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