Friday, August 17, 2012

Apples

So sweet you are
So fun to climb the branches
To find you under leaves
So satisfying the plink
As you are released
So fun the plunk you make
Dropping into the bucket
All the while the sun warming my spirit
And later at home
You warm the air with delicious smells
Their tummys with warm fresh sauce
But I try not to look at you after hours
Cutting, chopping, cooking.
Feet weary, blister yelling
Tomorrow perhaps I'll love you again

1 comment:

Madame Angela Baggett said...

ouch! Hope your blister heals up quickly. We just cut and froze a bunch so far and shared some with neighbors- so that was way fun! But yeah, it's a lot of work! so yummy afterwards though.