Apple Pickin Time
The air is cool
Wind is swift
smell makes me drool
of apple crisp.
The trees are heavy
full of ripe fruit
or apple betty
warm and good
Apple pies everywhere
cooling on sills up high
wafting aroma in the air
other smells need not apply
Cider flowing in my cup
fresh from nearby mills
just one way is not enough
heating chases chills
Eating apples out of hand
A true joy sublime
Macintosh and Cortland
It's apple pickin time.
This time of year beckons
to all near and far
our culinary weapons
Apples are the star
So not to be forgotten
with heavy heart sublime
Ignorance is not an option
It's apple pickin time
Categories:
cortland, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
If only I had some teeth
Or hands of the human kind
Then there wouldn’t be a doubt
About apple pickin’ time
A mouth would be so handy
Never mind a pair of jaws
Sure, I’m great at holding candy
Yet, would like at least two paws
Bored of being a bumpkin
Walking with a little lumpkin
But until I am reborn
I’m a trick-or-treat pumpkin
If only I had some teeth
Or hands of the human kind
Then there wouldn’t be a doubt
About apple pickin’ time
I’d roll to a market stand
And fling out the bonbons
Then bite into a Cortland
Where heaven on earth is found
For Apple Pickin' Time contest
Categories:
cortland, fruit, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Lately I've been craving fruit
the red kind
that strikes right through the core,
but blueberries don't attract apples
they're born in a bunch
never fully whole
besides it's impossible to eat just one
Not like a cortland with firm skin
where your entirely pleased
with only it's nutrients
and the sweet aftertaste
of what's bound to linger on
But even tangerines know
nothing could possibly
fill this avid belly
until I become an apple
in my own eyes,
perfectly eatable
wholly satisfied
Categories:
cortland, hope, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse