Red skin speckled with green
reflects the light
as my hand
curves around the apple.
I raise it towards my lips.
Open my mouth.
My top teeth break through the skin first-
CRUNCH.
My bottom teeth follow.
They slide together through the pulp
pulling it from the core.
Sweet juice dribbles
over my tongue
as my jaw releases it
with each chew.
A swallow of crisp, fall freshness.
It is my favorite season in Upstate New York- Fall. With that, comes the abundance of apples just picked from the tree. This is one of the pure pleasures of this season. I decided to take a moment and be truly mindful while delighting in an apple I just picked.
Doodads and Doodles 
3 responses to “Fall Crispness”
I love this, Cathy! Your description left me feeling as if I had taken a bite of an apple, too. There is nothing quite so good as a fresh-picked crisp fall apple!
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Nothing more fall-tasty than a fresh apple.
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That last line! “A swallow of crisp…” (yes yes, I know it goes on, but this is how I read it & I loved it). Thanks for this sensory description of a simple pleasure.
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