Those eleven apples
A seasons festoon
Green slowly defeated
And blush triumphant
So apples ripen
An aide existential
Innocent they'll fall
Picked or blown
The natural way
As things go
The Autumn conclusion
Sung in unison
What a lovely write dear micheal I loved the passing analogy of autumn witb ripening....
This is quite lovely. The plain, yet beautiful subject is caressed perfeclty by the free form of the poem. I admit I am a little biased when it comes to the season Autumn because it is my name =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well, i had to look up festoon; it's good. existential is more difficult for me to deal with; a lot more difficult. do ripening apples act as an aide..............to bring Autumn to a close? do you want seasons or season's; i vote for season's. i especially enjoyed: Innocent they'll fall Picked or blown The natural way in california, we are making applesauce at home now from backyard apples. yes, they are nice to look at, but eating the all-natural applesauce is even better. thanks for sharing. :) bri