Harvest
...the frost lawns of our lowlands...
we plucked the last of the Elstars this morning
the grass was white with hoar
the apples bloomed with frost
birds had tasted seven or eight
of the larger fruits
I plucked them all
rolled a few of the baby ones
cross the lawn
to the delight of the dogs
coco and teddy
teddy
so brave for a little one
and later that evening had dared a stick
an apple found its way into a sumptuous melon and banana salad
the raspberries we had hoped for
all the way from Spain
were tainted with sell by mould
and we dared not risk our fragile health
and so the tart earth of raspberries
would wait until another harvest
home grown
in the light
of political decay
the last Elstars gleam in a woven wicker tray
their crisp taste
enticing
lingering
summer fruit of the lowland
rolling
across
the frost lawns of our lowland
About the Creator
David Ireland
David Ireland is a writer, broadcaster, musician and artist.
David also works under the pseudonym Cas Greenfield and with the Electro band Kuhl
Follow David's work as Cas at www.casimirgreenfield.com
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