Ripe (an acrostic poem)

Ruby red apples hung low on overladen branches

It was a siren call of fall

Promising a bounty of crisp sweet-tart experiences

Embracing the essence of the season

 

Image: shelleynoonan.com/wp-content/uploads/pruning-2–1024×633.jpg

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