I love the season of fall! Leaves changing, a cool breeze in the air, and familiar traditions associated only with these time of year occur. I thought I would go with a fall poem today about apples. Fall is the perfect time for apple picking, so why not a poem celebrating these symbols of fall?
Apple of My Eye
Fall has arrived, a cool breeze chills the air,
Time to pick apples, before the trees become bare.
The apples are ripe with a waxy shine,
The orchard smells sweet, its scent devine!
Apples hang tempting from each and every tree,
A picture perfect portrait that beckons to me.
Varying in shades of red, yellow, and green,
They form a palette of colors, beautiful to be seen.
I choose an apple, bright red in its hue,
Savoring the taste, as the juices flow through.
This fruit exemplifies the grandeur of fall,
A delightful experience enjoyed by all!
Whether covered with caramel or used for a pie,
The apples of fall are the apple of my eye!
Happy Fall fellow bloggers! 🙂