Windfall
W inter's almost here now the apples are falling down
I n homage have the Winesap's dropped to hoary ground.
N ature nurtures honeybees with each fallen peach.
D eacons rise up home bound spirits with each sermons preached.
F rost has come and nipped the nose, given a rosy cheek
a mong the children in the rye fields, playing hide and seek.
L aughter often lingers with the pumpkins in the fields
L overs toss in high hay mounds, with thoughts of springtime yields.
Date 9/5/12
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