Friday, November 17, 2006

shelter


You don't quite realize
how often your nose
chances upon
the Autumn smell of
ripening apples.
Not until it reminds you of something
comfortable and dear,
and stops you in your tracks.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

In September
the trees hung heavy
ruby red speckled mossy green
dangling
the temptation of knowledge
gravity's proof

wishing
one
would simply fall
within
my reach

wishing
one
would simply fall

so I might have
something
delicious
and o so natural

Anonymous said...

An apple a day........