Fay Slimm.

Windfalls

 

Windfalls.

 

What rounded succulence lies

in the sweet swelling belly 

of tree-laden apples.

 

Every plump sphere of tight

skinned abundance will

redden itself in July\'s

green-clad ample

of wind-fall consignment

when feather and fur

join with worm

before another jaw bites 

clamps and crunches 

floored finds  from under

full branches.

 

Who could not like times

of slaked appetite when 

wind-shaken bounty 

of fruity  cascades  

 drops delight ?