Wednesday, 5 October 2016

fallen apples

last night 

the wind shook 

apples from the tree

the small, the medium and the large
the red, the yellow, and the green 

the blemished and unblemished fruit
the knobbly and the perfect formed

reunited in the bucket 
were carried to the cellar dark

to lie and wait  
till time is ripe

to bring them into light