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applesimage credit: http://paoniafarmandhome.com/

They fell all about us,
those ripe ready apples;
bombing down freely
in twos and threes,
some missing our bucket,
hands clumsied with cold,
to play hide and seek
in the grass grown wild,
or to dance with young lettuce
still longing to nourish.

So we played ‘hunt me down’
with the bucket evaders,
to find some skins burst open
with the joy of their fall,
spilling their juices
in Edenful call –

‘Eat me now!’

And so shameless,
eat we did,
lapping up juices
full golden with giggles,
our faces ecstatic,
opening all
to this heaven
on a stalk.