It’s apple-picking time
I’ll meet you at the orchard gate
bring the wagon, and the baskets
last counted, I counted eight
I’ll head over to the barn,
to get the tall wood ladder down
While there I’ll feed the mare
oats we bought yesterday in town
Tonight we’ll feast on apple pie
draped in sharp aged cheddar,
discuss the progress made today,
how tomorrow I’ll press sweet cider
The gray clouds move closer
I will have to pack these tight in straw
In the morning there will be heavy frost,
lasting now til’ springtime thaw
It’s apple-picking time
Tonight the fireplace will roar
There will be plenty apples for the season,
while winter’s camped outside our door
bkmackenzie
copyrighted
posted for the Poetry Panty - at Poet's United...
and Jingle's Potluck Poetry.
this is an older piece but thought it fitting for this time of year...
I agree this is a wonderful poem for this time of year. You have included beautiful images of the season. It makes ME want to go out and pick some apples!
ReplyDeletenice warm poem...in a cold season...i can smell them cooking...
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the season well -- especially the way it segues into winter.
ReplyDeleteLove it - and I want a piece of that pie! I grew up in apple orchard country, this poem took me right back there.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely captured the essence of Fall. I really enjoyed reading this poem. Excellent work!
ReplyDeletelove apple picking time.
ReplyDeletetime for nature and harvest fun!
what a cheerful and encouraging piece.
This is awesome. You really capture this time of year. Great story as a poem. Good job.
ReplyDeleteThis piece makes me feel like settling in by the fire with a mug of hot cider and someone special, to watch the flickering flames. Wonderful read.
ReplyDeleteReally a sweet piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteAwesome writing, I could actually smell applepie!! Well done and thanks so much for linking with Potluck again my friend xxx
ReplyDeleteI love love love apple picking! This poem brought back some great memories. THANK YOU so much!
ReplyDeleteMy potluck poem.
What a wonderful pastoral poem! Truly love this one. Makes me wish my tree had actually had some this year.
ReplyDeleteIt very much fits fall! Here's mine
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thanks for the support.
ReplyDeleteHappy monday!
Now I want apples...nice ripe HoneyCrisp apples!...delicious post! (^_^)
ReplyDeleteFresh picked apples, apple pie, a warm fire at night, it all sounds so wonderful. Love this time of year, and your poem is beautiful in subject and in rendering. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful.. and perfect imagery.. could almost taste the apple pie.. liked it. thanks for sharing..
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Great stuff!
ReplyDeletegreat potluck.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful and warm poem :o)
ReplyDeleteYes, I liked it very much!
ReplyDeleteNice write. Fall is definitely here... Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeletePerfect for this time of year!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful and delicious Bkm! I am longing for apple pie now. :-)
ReplyDeletedelicious! Lovely and now I want pie please!
ReplyDeleteLovely! I love apple season...and this poem celebrates it beautifully!
ReplyDeleteLoved the idea of apple picking signifying change. Having gone pickin' many times while growing up (used to be a family tradition every year) the ebb and flow of the poem resonated with me. Even the rhyme scheme seemed laid back; perhaps that was me reading too much into it, but the poem is beautiful and very evocative. Thanks for posting, very enjoyable to read.
ReplyDeleteI love apple picking time. Apple pie and cheddar? Heaven.
ReplyDeleteThere's a place near here in the Sierra's called "Apple Hill"--your poem makes me think I better talk to the hubby about a visit. I've never been there.
ReplyDeletebkm,
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful read. Perfect words to capture the harvest feel, for this time of the year.
I enjoyed this very much indeed.
Eileen
Such a wonderfully autumn poem~
ReplyDeletethis gives me a craving for apple pie, Mackie :) lovely poem! :D imagery is very wonderful..!
ReplyDeleteMy entries at the Potluck are Lonely, Waves & Morning Mist. Do visit if you can :)
Perhaps an old one, but oh such a good one!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem celebrating the apple picking time.Enjoyed the read..
ReplyDeletePefect for the season, bkm. Well done ... and delicious too! :-)
ReplyDeletefantastic! you brought me into the poem and created a place for me to rest and enjoy the fall! I always love your poetry!
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ReplyDeleteI'm craving for the apple as I read your piece. The taste is really great and enjoyable. I liked your work. Good day.
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