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Elizabeth Sep 28
I did remember the feeling of apple picking season. I remembered the fall weather and what it was like to find the perfect one. The apples were of red and green, sometimes both, but colors that reminded me of warmth and the candle mother had lit just before dinner was served. It was cold that day but not cold enough for a sweater, just for apple cider and pumpkin donuts. The apple I picked was red, all red. I stood upon the ladder, feeling giant, I reigned over the trees and felt like howling over top of them. I remembered then, the applesauce grandmother would make. I would remember the first bite, the bitter taste of fresh apple, sour but sweet. Grandmothers home.
Green bluff:)
Lane O Aug 30
Bushels of apples
Picked from the orchard this fall
Ripe, crimson, and sweet
Poetic T Aug 31
Sticky pips coated,
    Groping this Apple

No biting only licking

     Teasing her with

My tongue..
Ann Pedone Jul 24
I thought the moon
forever in the sky would always
be in the sky but then you
handed it to me gave it to me
on a silver platter it tasted
of sour pear and apple it filled
my mouth with
winter song and euca
lyptus
Betty Jul 22
Pick juicy apples
Windfall fruits feed hungry pigs
Nature wastes nothing
Lyn-Purcell Jun 27
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮
Golden, flaky, butter crust
Peeled bramley apples
Cored, sliced, sprinkle sugar, salt
Kiss of cinnamon
Flour and lemon
Flute edges
Bake!
╰⊰✿⊱╮
Twenty-fifth Epulaeryu! ^-^
Yes, my sweet tooth returns with a vengeance! ;)
Been a while since I did one of these!
The Pâtisserie collection continues!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Peter Balkus Mar 3
Apples from Austria
are bigger
and blushier,
much sweeter
than other.

I want to bite into them,
fill up my mouth
with their juicy pulp,
and eat them all!

But it would be much nicer
to keep them in the bowl,
and just sit and watch them
silently beautiful.
Betty Feb 1
The apple of the mind starts small

A tiny bud without form

Flowering in the spring of our lives

Full of hopeful promise

Blooming

Summer sweet

Red and juicy

Or crunchy and full of bite

Some are windfalls

Cast aside

Before their time

Others become *****

Hidden maggots in the heart

Ripeness gently falls to autumn decay

We wither and we die

Returning to earth when we have cast our seeds

Leaving younger fruit to take our place

On the tree of life
Carlo C Gomez Jan 17
Some write from their heart
Others bare their soul
Some write for the art
Others to feel whole
Some write to inform
Others to get a laugh
Some write as a platform
Others to land a gaff
Some write to rant and lobby
Others to find peace
Some write as a hobby
Others in search of a masterpiece

They each have merit
But with every sort of objective
They just want to share it
With us, the HP collective
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