This Is the Time For Picking Apples

A poem about that first bite

Photo by Aarón Blanco Tejedor on Unsplash

There is no fruit to startle the mouth
like an apple newly plucked.

That first sweet bite
changes sulks to smiles
and lethargy to lust.

This is the time for picking apples
cupped in your careful hands

while the fallen ones
bruised and battered
share their secrets with the land.



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Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi


Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.