Wind, fall

Autumn wind is bowling on,

trees bending, dark green leaves showing

their lighter backs, a few edging

towards the brown.

Autumn fruit is growing fat,

trees bending, boughs reaching

for the ground, creaking

under the weight.

Wander through the orchard, watch

the apple clusters sway,

the clouds scud past,

maybe catch

close enough to make you jump, or far away,

the thud as one more apple hits the muddy grass.

Winds bowling through trees

fruit-laden boughs bent to earth

apples in the grass