Autumn Apples

by LadyKnightingham   Nov 4, 2015


The sweet smell of autumn leaves.
the dawn is young on harvest eve.
the crisp smell of orchard apples
come inside, try a sample.
Golden, Red and luscious green.
the biggest apples ever seen.
ciders, tarts, and apple pies.
a true sight for hungry eyes.
soon the harvest will be over,
but will be back again next october.

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