An apple tree in autumn
fruits hanging, falling
littering the grass beneath.
Pick an apple from the ground and bite
juicy, sharp, sweet, perfect
pecked by birds, shared with birds
pecked and perfect.
Get in touch with your inner apple tree
projects forming, poems hanging, love maturing
fresh and juicy, sweetened by the sun.
Pick the best of your fruit and offer it
to those around and those beyond
they will be nourished and sweetened.
Leave some fruit to rot on the ground
the creatures that feed on decay will like it
and you will be reminded of what awaits you.