UNPICKED APPLES

Sunday, 8;30 AM.  33 degrees F at the ferry dock, 28 on the back porch.  Wind S, gusty.  The sky is cloudy, the humidity 80%.  The barometer is falling, now at 29.77".  High today around 40, rain and snow tomorrow.
  It was a bumper apple harvest, and so there are many good apples that never got picked, even  as cider apples, nor have they fallen to the ground  to be eaten by the deer.  Seems like such a waste.

Randolph L Wilson Oct 2016

The Change of Life ...

Old acquaintances die on the vine , left at times
like unpicked apples in backyard groves
Their purpose completed
Their value long since depleted  
Their help painfully unneeded