Late Harvest in Progress

Late Harvest in Progress

 

I remember her tasting

of hand-worn

  and warmed pennies ..

Looking like

late autumn sunshine

and carrying

the scent of old apples

  all about her ..

Indeed, it seemed to me

then, she may

well have overwintered

and spoke not as

  an old lover, but a friend ..

 I also seem

  to recall her once saying ..

Dear Neville,

don’t you ever dare fall

  in love with me,

so of course, that’s exactly

what I then,

    in my youth proceeded to do ..

 

Reviews

[Lorry]

Dont we always Nev. If someone says don't, we do.
I was just thinking about that very thing yesterday, as I fell in love for the fourteenth time that morning, when a rather delicious looking Scandi camper/hiker gave me a wave and a smile that stole my heart. But then another smiled and waved too and became number 15! 😃

[Neville]

we do mate .. bless ya & could you send em me co-ordinates .. it's been a while .. just askin for a friend on the off chance 💛😎🍊👍xx

[Lorry]

Well, as we say in Scotland "Aye, right!" 😃

[Chris Shaw]

I read your words Neville as a celebration of both youth and wisdom. I love the mention of autumn sunshine and the evocative scent of apples. The mix of nostalgia and late harvest blends here beautifully. 💜

[Neville]

Bless you our Chris .. That'll do nicely .. Neville 💜