the bite of the apple,
the snap of its skin,
a memory transcendent,
oh, where should I begin?...
a fall day, crossing into
Vermont,
finding the orchard, the spot,
where will find,
the best, our McIntosh…
foliage like a postcard,
air crisp and cold,
flannel and corduroy,
the warmth of hearth or home…
climbing the branches,
gathering the drops,
going into the warming hut,
what smells they have got…
the bite of the apple,
the snap of its skin,
a thick slice of cheddar,
cider tart as tea…
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Written and posted October 10, 2024
The bite of the apple
&
December 18, 2021
Vermont Cheddar
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the snap of its skin,
a memory transcendent,
oh, where should I begin?...
finding the orchard, the spot,
where will find,
the best, our McIntosh…
air crisp and cold,
flannel and corduroy,
the warmth of hearth or home…
gathering the drops,
going into the warming hut,
what smells they have got…
the snap of its skin,
a thick slice of cheddar,
cider tart as tea…
Written and posted October 10, 2024
The bite of the apple
December 18, 2021
Vermont Cheddar
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2021/12/vermont-cheddar.html
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