nichepoetryandprose

poetry and prose about place

Posts Tagged ‘ripe apples. autumn

apple tree shadow

with 16 comments

This time of year, I watch for the old apple trees along the road.  Most are neglected, and the fruit remains unpicked, even for cider.  When the apples fall, they lie beneath the tree in a circle of red or yellow, mimicking the shadow of the tree at noon.

~

~

apple shadow

~

days follow days

and the apples

fall to the ditch,

claim the gravel

edge the asphalt

~

ripe shadow space

at the base of

the leaning tree

~

passing cars play

polo and wasps

worry in the

rotting remains

~

~

Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

September 24, 2012 at 7:06 am

%d bloggers like this: