Harvest Time Autumn Poems

The autumn sun shines on a tree,

    Caressing ripening fruit.

Apples sunbathe in its warmth

    Each in its rosy suit.


In glory, hanging from its branch,

    Adorned in nature’s best,

A tempting apple sits and waits

    And surely it has guessed -


Its growing season’s now complete:

      Its redness says that’s true;

And, juicy apples have appeal

     To me and also you.


A human hand approaches it -

    A human eye as well -

Lured by the memory of this fruit,

    Its colour, taste and smell.


This scrumptious fruit is gently placed

     In a small girl’s tiny hand

And what to do with this sweet fruit?

      Oh yes, she’ll understand.


Her teeth crunch through the rosy skin;

    Her tongue tastes juices sweet,

And, bite by bite, the apple’s gone,

    Its life for sure complete.


The autumn winds blow strong and cold;

    The summer’s gone, that’s clear -

But the tree promises more juicy fruit

    Will grow again next year.



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