Fallen Apples

Fallen Apples


Walk with me

He took my hand

He led me

Over orchard land

Stepping on weeds  

And apples down

Beneath our feet

On the ground

We took a smoke

Under the sky

Laughingly spoke

With our eyes

We both knew

We recognized

Love so new

With every sigh

Midnight blue

Velvet night

Scattered fruit

Upon the ground

Scented perfume

Red and round

Fallen apples

You and me

Fallen apples

Beneath the trees

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About Theresa H Hall

As a professional vocalist. licensed broadcaster, artist, published poet, lyricist, writer, essayist, critic, animal lover and budding pastr View all posts by Theresa H Hall

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