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wandering through the orchard of life
between the empires and golden delicious
a bountiful tree grows of sweet fortune
hanging from low limbs,
offering a taste
between the empires and golden delicious
would just a slice,
feed a hungry appetite
can the fleshy sweetness, full-fill wishes
satisfying my wildest dreams of night
a bountiful tree grows of sweet fortune
are you the crisp fruit or are you the tree
autumn softly whispers, a colorful tune
closing my eyes, so that i might foresee
hanging from low limbs, offering a taste
shall I pick the fruit from your branches
savoring this moment, I dare not waste
giving thanks, CRunCH, I take a chance
sharing with Poets United
May you enjoy the fruits of life!
I love all the crisping and crunching. I eat the apple every time.
ReplyDeleteColleen, may each bite be satisfying. Thank you for visiting.
Delete"Are you the crisp fruit or are you the tree?" That is the question, my friend! I loved this! Love, in a time of apples.
ReplyDeleteA question to ponder for sure, which is better to be?
DeleteI think it's better to eat it while it's there... love that crunch in the end.
ReplyDeletesmiling, I think you might be right enjoy the moment while you can.
DeleteAutumn is synonymous with apple barns in my mind. Sweet cider. And crisp Grimes Goldens. Whatever happened to Grimes Goldens. I can't find them any more!
ReplyDeleteI've never heard of Grimes Goldens. I may have to google them.
DeleteOh I love this especially; "a bountiful tree grows of sweet fortune
ReplyDeleteare you the crisp fruit or are you the tree autumn softly whispers, a colorful tune closing my eyes, so that i might foresee".. Beautifully rendered!💕
Thank you Sanaa, the air is getting cooler autumn has indeed arrived.
DeleteLove this.
ReplyDeletethank you Sandi
DeleteChances can be glorious, especially when the nudge to take them comes right out of autumn's lips. Yum.
ReplyDeleteSmiling - perhaps, autumn brings a kiss of life.
DeleteAh - so much of life can be expressed by reflecting on an apple..... What a keen observer you are, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary! - I've always seen with a different eye.
DeleteMmm. Makes me think of growing up. I used to have a row of apple trees at my old house and my mom would collect them and make the best dutch apple pies you've ever tasted. To this day, I still can't recreate them and have never found anything close.
ReplyDeleteyum, I could go for a slice of dutch apple pie with vanilla ice cream.
DeleteOoo~ Yea. :)
DeleteGood choice as I grabbed an apple out of the basket on my son's counter on my way out. :)
ReplyDeleteZQ
I hope you enjoyed your apple today!
DeleteMy next poem should follow your lead. That was a delectable write! Indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you J T.
DeleteTasty and refreshing!
ReplyDeleteand juicy...
DeleteA little chance can lead to a mighty fine dance
ReplyDeleteThat it could ;)
DeleteYou have created a mesmerizing metaphor, here, and pinned it - beautifully - to a Tree of Good Fortune. The element of 'chance' that you have imbued the piece with, is wonderfully clever and wise. Lovely writing!
ReplyDeleteWendy, you are very insightful and wise. Thank you as always for you comments.
DeleteThose last 2 lines are sublime:
ReplyDelete'savoring this moment, I dare not waste
giving thanks, CRunCH, I take a chance'
Life is about savoring those moments! Wonderful poem.
Thank you Donna, I think it is best to savor the moments when you can.
DeleteHave a wonderful week!
Your lovely verses bring back so many memories to me, Truedessa. I was born in the Annapolis valley which has always been famous for its wonderful apples. CRunCHing into an autumn apple just plucked from a tree is the best taste ~ unless you get one with a worm!
ReplyDeletehaha - you made me laugh about the worm, that would not be fun.
DeleteIt brings back memories for me too. I spent a lot of time, when I was growing up, in my Grandpa's apple orchards in Spreyton, Tasmania. Golden delicious have always been my favourites.
ReplyDeleteRosemary, they are a good choice as well. I also like the Honey Crisps.
DeleteThat crunch still echoes in my mind, Truedessa.
ReplyDeletesmiling...
Deleteha... just wrote a haiku about the fall, so picking an apple has a greater emphasis of chance in my mind at the moment:)
ReplyDeleteHa - I read your haiku - brilliant...
DeleteWonderful flow, so effortless and grand. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI am glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteI just learned recently that the reason we associate the color red with passion is because it represents the ripeness of fruit, particularly a good apple. I think this captures that perfectly.
ReplyDeleteWell, that is an interesting thought. Perhaps, the passion goes back to the Garden of Eden.
DeleteI love it, True.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Blue!
DeleteYou've convinced me to take a great big bite outta that juicy apple *grin* lovely write
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