poetry by j matthew waters

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the gathering

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
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apple orchard hired hands

the apples in the orchard
have ripened beautifully

they are calling out to passersby
saying pick me
pick me
pick me

neighbor boys arrive from
miles away
unfold their ladders and
climb like monkeys
picking apples by hand and
dropping them into wooden crates

sometimes they miss
sometimes they bounce out
but mostly they are spot on

when the boys have exhausted
all of their resources
they haul away their crates
full of ripened apples
and disappear into the horizon

on their way out they are met
by pretty maidens
dressed in bib coveralls
marching like soldiers with
apple pickers in tow
called in from a nearby county
to finish the job
the boys could not

december two thousand fifteen
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The oranges here are amazing as are the
tomatoes and apples. I didn’t come here
for the fruit but damn it’s all so good.
You may never see me again! JW

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september two thousand twelve
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Late for Supper

The morning arrived
as it always does
a soft rain falling out back
giving the apples
a special gloss
once the shower
segued to sunshine.

By early afternoon
children would arrive
to climb and pick the fruit
and patiently wait
as the owner of the tree
transformed them
into a cobbler.

With bellies full
the little ones ran off
the scent of the kitchen
following them
reminding the baker
her own precious ones
were late for supper.

may two thousand twelve
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