YOU CAN’T, LEAF!

You there, leaves,

Back on the trees!

You may NOT yet come down

And blanket the ground!

You must help us stall

The beginning of fall,

Because the end of summer

Would be such a bummer.

So up, up, you go

To those branches you know,

Back up in place,

This isn’t a race!

Then in one month feel free

To LEAP off the trees,

Right now I can’t take

The thought of a rake.

AUTUMNA NON GRATA - (Photo - PaC)

AUTUMNA NON GRATA – (Photo – PaC)

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ETHYLENE THE APPLE QUEEN

Ethylene the Apple Queen
Has had more apples
Than greenery has green
Than scenery has scenes
Than jeaneries make jeans
When it comes to apples
The girl’s a fiend.
Green, Golden, or Red
To her they’re all delicious
And when it comes to sampling
She’s orchard-big-ambitious:
Ethylene churns
Through bushels of Braeburns,
Pink Ladies, Honey Crisps,
Cameos, Granny Smiths.
On her Jonagolds
Never grow mold,
About the Empire or Rome,
She could write a tome.
Sweets, tarts, for baking,
For biting into’em,
For cinnamon sugaring,
Or chocolate fondu’in’em,
She gives parties for Sonyas
And Galas to girls:
To her around the apple
Spins the world.
No mountain of Fujis
Could be too high,
For Ethylene the Apple Queen
who needs apples like kites need the sky.

SPREADING CHEER - All but the farmers who grow fillings for cavities smile at the sight of a rosy red apple. (Photo by Pac)

NO BIGGER F.O.E. – Happy Apple (above) is one of the oldest known Friends of Ethylene. (Photo by PaC)

THE PERFECT FOIL

How I love fall foilage,
How its colors are grand,
How they make a painting
How it revamps the land.

How I love fall foilage,
How it lights up the trees,
How it falls into piles,
How they reach my knees.

How I love the foilage,
How it scatters like sprinkles,
How it’s earth toned confetti,
How when crushed, it crinkles.

Oh, how I love foilage,
If it had its own song
I’d know every word
And get none of them wrong.

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