Crisp apples ripe
up in the trees, above us
yet more the impression
the bouquet, the fragrance
of those on the ground
The apples fallen
in the uncut grass
under the fragrant canopy
heavy laden branches
bowed, calling,
under the fall sun
The apples fallen
warm in the sun
fragrant buzzing
bees carrying the scent
swirling around me
no rest, no relent
Fragrance rising
hidden in the grass
the soft warm apples
sweet nectar calling
for it will not last
Edited August 28, 2013
Fragrance Rising – v2
edited July 15, 2012
Fragrance Rising
changing title to
“Fragrance Rising”
October 14, 2010
“The Fragrant Buzzing”
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