A plate of homemade apple pie, heavily spiced and caramely, is at my side as I write this poem. Autumn in the country must be the best season. The eating is easy, cooking off the fat of the garden, and the weather is that Goldilocks perfection of not too hot and not too cold.
Tomorrow is Mabon, Autumn Equinox, when day equals night. Since the apple symbolizes life and renewal and wholeness, let’s celebrate in apples and a walk in the aroma and crunch of autumn. Enjoy it all!
An energetic autumn day
the industry of canning applesauce
while, out the open windows
flouncing breezes toss yellow leaves
falling in a squirrel pattern
littering the fresh mown lawn.
Hawks wobble on unsteady currents
as if they’re still on training wheels.
Canning lids pop
and the ripe corn stalks rattle,
their tassels shake in a “hang loose” wave.
Autumn musk wafts in
mixing with cinnamon
and apple snap
for an autumn yumm.