Apple Song

Camille Pissarro Apple Harvest

Apple Song

The apples are seasoned and ripe and sound

Gently they fall on the yellow ground

The apples are stored in the dusty bin

Where hardly a glimmer of light creeps in

In the firelit winter nights, they’ll be

The clear sweet taste of a summer’s tree!

~Frances Frost

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