Once a year, right when the Autumn air arrives and as the days become shorter, we make a trek to our favorite apple picking grounds in Solvang, California. We arrived late this year to find the orchards dotted with fallen fruit. But the fruit that still clung to their branches were sweet, crispy and absolutely wonderful to eat.
The carpet of scattered fruit was still beautiful to see and photograph, no matter how ripe or rotten they were.
Hope you enjoy this beautiful poem,
- Diane and Todd
The Fruit That Fell
by Celia Moodie
| The grass Flat with fallen fruit Bruised - Folded and matted In your shadow. Behind your head With your wild eye Staring upward At the mottled light Of clouds and sun Through leaves And branches You are hungry. But the fruit is fallen And you will never Starve. So you leave the fruit Where it will surely rot. Browning the grass For another season.
I stand behind another tree That no one hears - Celia Moodie
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Beautiful poem, and perfectly appropriate snapshots. Love Solvang in the autumn.
Happy fall,
[K]
Lovely pictures of Fall and a thoughtful poem to go along with them.