HERE IN NEW ENGLAND
Let us celebrate the coming of fall
By biting in to a freshly picked apple
The likes of which can only be found
In the small, rocky orchards
That dot the fields and hillsides
Here in New England.
Crisper than crisp
With a tartness that reflects
The taciturnity and sharpness
Characteristic of the hardy people
Who have cast their lot in life
Here in New England.
With a red that reflects
Leaves of frost-touched wetland sumac
And a touch of green not only recalling
Summer’s past, but also inviting dreams
About the spring to follow the coming snow,
Here in New England.
A New England apple is a rite of passage,
A microcosm of the annual procession
Of our world’s minuet around the sun,
We celebrate the passing seasons
With every wonderful, juicy bite,
Here in New England.
-Chip Bergeron
September 23,2012
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