Drops of reddish rain on skins
slid dripping, pooled in leaves curled
Steps on stems break dawn's awakening
Little wrecks of nests unhinge
twine thru twigs

Ladders leaned
steps for splintered fingers
Blossomy buds plucked thru rungs
Breezy days go shining

Apple worms burrow
for beaking birds
Bees have flown homeward

In September's slanted sun
we gather sweetest reds