We had an abundance of trees
to slice the horizon into a beautiful half circle;
blessed with two knobby apple trees
that guaranteed apple butter to spice up
our fall dinner table;
Nothing wasted as my pioneer Grandmother
picked up every apple,
one tree red,
one tree green,
she carved around the bug nips,
sliced perfect slices for whatever
apple treat she was preparing,
the house smelling sweet
like cinnamon and brown sugar.

Michellia D. Wilson 8/13/2016