Reflection
Seedlings scatter
Flourish
Blossom
Harvest
A roadside stand
Its brown paper bags swaying in the breeze
Brought our wheels to a halt
An apple we thought
Maybe two
Why not a dozen
Filled to the top
Full paper bag
From bended boughs
To hands of laboring smiles
To the bins
And filling of arms
Succulent apples we sink our teeth into
Orchard dust enjoined
As we take to our bodies
The love of sun
Shade
Water
And caring hands
Sharing with us
Labor’s laughter and joy
Picking
Sorting
Stocking
Selling
Such was the day
We lived as if death
Was but imaginative
While mirth and glee
Made sweet the memory
Of taste and happenstance
Understanding…
From seedlings came blossom
From blossom came maturity
From maturity came harvesting
From harvesting came sharing
The mellifluous essence of life
Emulated
In
An
Apple
So goes reflection on a life
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The farmers selling their produce were always friendly and happy to share their bounty with us for very little pocket change. Sweet memories.
Ron