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Suggestion

The new buds pink aura the trees,
suggesting a deepening, a colouring.
In Spring, all is suggestion, suggestion, and suggestion thickens to promises as burstings and blossoming begin.
Yet I hold my breath, hesitating...
and wonder can all these wild pushings-up, unfoldings and coilings around possibly settle to serious fruiting and to the solemnity of a full harvest

 

Cider Time

The first crisp air
of the Fall and we check
the orchards for when
we should gather
in the apples.
Impatient for the first
crisp crunch of our teeth
into the new crop,
and the bliss of
the first mug of cider
from the press.
The thought of hot cider,
spiced with cinnamon
and cold fingers are
soon forgotten.
Ah! the air around
The cider press
can send you spinning
into waves of ecstasy,
waves filled with the redness,
and the sweetness, and
the craziness of
a heavy harvest of apples.
The first forbidden fruit.

 

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