Under the apple tree <br />in fall, eating <br />rubies the size of her palm. <br />Leaves falling on to her <br />lap, autumn rain falling on to <br />her hair, sweeping her face gently. <br />The intricacy of her blouse <br />is breathtaking; the day is <br />stunned by the simplicity of red silk.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-apples-and-scarlet-blouses/
