Looking at the trees from my kitchen window
Branches overloaded with their yield
Cherries and apples, both red and golden
Add splashes of color to a mostly green field

Even as a girl, I loved the fall harvest
Especially when the apples were ready to eat
I remember biting into a just-picked one
With a crunchy sound and juice so sweet

Mother could take a bushel of apples
Then really give it a run for its money
Making pies and dumplings and cobblers
And clear, golden jelly the color of honey

Rocky makes the absolute best apple pie
And every Thanksgiving he bakes one
There's also his famous apple cobbler
For dessert, when the meal is done

I've always had an affinity for apples
Even better when there's cinnamon in the mix
There's just something about that combination
That makes this old gal never say, "Nix!"

Of all the fruit in the basket at Christmas
The big, shiny apples always catch my eye
Recalling memories of Christmases long past
Flutters my heartstrings and brings on a sigh

One of my favorite things is a yellow delicious apple
With a cup of Suisse Mocha to ward off stress
Oh, I can find most any excuse to eat one
I still go bananas over apples, I guess

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
August 22, 2008
All Rights Reserved