the spirits in the apple orchard
gathered after dusk
one by one placing fallen apples
into their wicker baskets
it was a moonless night
and the children in the farmhouse
were looking out their bedroom window
mesmerized at the faintest of light
flickering amongst the trees
december two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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Thank you, Tara, I’m happy that you do!