Driving in the dewy air the biting tang from just beyond the thinning vale (thinner in the mountain mist) that separates our world from bliss. Beethoven on the speakers; themes again, again and then, ONE MORE TIME again. – Climbing up in apple tree to bite the skin-sweet juice and throwing (wasteful) high into the […]
Read more "Apple Day"As we bob apples that are dappled like they’ve grappled with the cold, Peering under, we seek plunder, bits of yellow apple gold People dipping heads in, dripping, snag their tokens of the fall. Latching onto catching one, two, twigs then rise with apples twain Each rise, grinning, fresh with winning, this beginning of delights. […]
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