Many seasons ago…

Many seasons ago,
I remember walking,
just a little bit further
towards the family friend’s
apple tree.

With my hands cupped like a basket,
I walked with an expectation
to receive a harvest,
from the seed planted
many years ago.

Summer memories,
quickly fade
as the autumn leaves
begin to brave
September’s humbling embrace.

A solemn still,
interrupted by
the sound of
innocent impatience.

Steadily I arrive.
The apple tree
stands alive,
with fruit upon fruit,
I could barely reach.

Two wood pigeons,
yet guarded
fly away without
a second thought.

I am still.
of the harvest
from many seasons ago…

– A. Brown

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