My mother loved to make our annual trip to the apple orchard. This time of year brings melancholy moments and today, my thoughts turned to her. This poem found its way into my collection after one of our visits. Perhaps another simple soul will enjoy it too.
Here’s to you mom. You’re always just a thought away.
Memories of Autumn
Leaves painted in gold, slowly drift to the ground
Crisp autumn winds make them dance all around
The apples are ready, wagons stuffed full of hay
The trip to the orchard makes for a wonderful day
Mums bursting in color,Purple, rust and bright yellow
The cider’s been brewing, it’s sweet, warm and mellow
The sun’s warm on my back, fall has made quite a splash
I cherish the moment, it will fade in a flash