September Days

 

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 The Apple Barn

 

He lived alone by the old apple barn

after being released from confinement

he was happy except 

in the extreme heat 

of the early autumn days

when the bees would hoard all of the honey

and dive into the barrels of warm cider he made

like aero-stuntmen from the old days

he’d cuss and leave them to it

the bees would fall drunk around him

on the sweetness of the cider

he lived alone by the old apple barn

gathering apples where they fell

watching the stars on summer nights

steering his dreams by moonlight

after moving to the Ashfield hills

he was happy except 

in the extreme heat 

of the early autumn days

when memories bobbed up and dived

so many leftover dreams

when he lived alone by the old apple barn

 

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About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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2 Responses to September Days

  1. srichardson19623 says:

    Superb!

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