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 ?