Appleseed Grove
Beyond the scattered mossy stone
in crooks of cinnamon cover,
honeyed hues unearth Nature’s throne
disrobed for all to discover.
Foliage glazes freckled ground,
chrysanthemums contrast ripe red.
Apricot fields, splash and surround
patchworks of country’s crisp spread.
We stroll straight to the farmers shack
enticed by elicit bouquets.
Candy and caramel fruited snacks;
we sample from Autumn’s buffet.
Outside, the sounds of hooves on rock
and children whose laughter entrance;
The beds of hay and twisty stalks
are tossed all about as they dance.
Our pumpkin picked and lawn decor
we place in a red ryder cart.
It’s now our turn to grasp this chore,
and gather our own tasty tarts.
Off the cart and into the trees
we bolt to our own little cove.
Into the pie of Autumn’s glee;
indulgence at Appleseed Grove.
© Lorraine M Kanter