The Fall
It's
time
for me
to gather
wind-fallen apples
and break up this snail bonanza
mellow fruitfulness a gastropod garden party
slugs and snails invade my space every autumn tempted by the fruit not by the fig leaves
I'm seduced too by the crunchy sweetness of pippins
my taste buds are my undoing
if it's red munch it
at this feast
we're just
all
mouth
