Windfalls

Fay Slimm.

 

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 ?

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2022 03:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.
    Sadly a lot of plums from our hedge go to waste each July.

  • L. B. Mek

    (yeah, a while back
    I used to go
    with a group of friends
    to work on farms over a day
    to help gather their harvest
    and we'd get paid
    with a few boxes of what we helped
    pick, such a fun way
    to spend time with your close ones
    and enjoy, summer's
    fruits..
    literally!)
    lol
    this is a lovely read, dear Fay
    thank you!

  • Neville



    mine are going to be turned into cider before they drop this year ..

    but I can see precisely where you are coming from our Fay ..

    golden delicious n otherwise luverly ... x

  • Audite Degenerem

    Beautiful. Love the last part.

  • Bella Shepard

    You've hit a truly soft spot in my heart with this one. I live for fall, when apples are ripe. We have an orchard near by, and the first day they're open for picking, I'm there when the gate opens. If if I'm lucky I'm the only one there for a while, wandering from tree to tree, picking the best one from each, munching on one as I go, the smell of fermenting apples that have fallen to the ground. A homegrown apple each day, pies, cobblers, until they're gone, and I begin the wait all over again. Don't mean to go on and on, but I love what this poem kindles in me, thank you .

  • Doggerel Dave

    Your poetry ofttimes evokes nostalgia, Fay. This piece is one such.
    My craving for a Cox's Orange Pippin has just awoken once more, so if you could stand under the tree and catch one as it drops to save it from the worms, then throw it in my direction, gratitude shall forever live in my heart....

  • Goldfinch60

    Such great times Fay, I have eaten many a windfall apple in my life and when we were kids I even went scrumping! LOL

    Andy



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