By Angie Quantrell
Caramel apples
Leaves poised to drift and rest
Golf course cowboy in full roping regalia
Kites of black crow
Squabbling magpies dropping nuts
Blaring country western music serenading golf athletes
Fruity wafts of fallen apples
Crisp air floating watchful hawks
Horseshoes traded for clubs and pixellated balls
Scrambling squirrels pursuing future feasts
V’s of noise and harsh wing beats
Cowboy hats capturing sun-touched heads
Hollow seed pods knocking one another
Waving grass kissing heat and drought good-bye
Wheeled-steeds rolling into the tees of sunset
Familiar autumn memories prance and greet
A lifetime of fall memories merging together welcomes interlopers
Cowboys and golf marry, valley mysteries
October 5, 2017 at 4:35 pm
Nice poem! You’ve got me in the mood to go apple-picking which I hope to do this weekend. 🙂
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October 6, 2017 at 4:04 am
Great! I plan on buying a box for dehydrating and applesauce. So many orchards around us, but they are not my orchards! Thanks for stopping by. Loved the Goodreads post!
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