Apple Litter

I passed by the apple tree many times, Walking around the block. White buds, Green apples, Fat, red, imperfect, Organically growing, On a tree. I saw apple pie, Applesauce, Apple fritters, Juicy bites of sweetness, But I dare not gather,From my neighbor’s tree,So I watched them pass their prime,Get heavy and fall,Litter on the ground.They … Continue reading Apple Litter