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

Copyright © David Brown
Art Maggie Vandewalle