"The russet, crab and cottage red burn to the sun’s hot brass, then drop like sweat from every branch and bubble in the grass. They lie as wanton as they fall, and where they fall and break, the stallion clamps his crunching jaws, the starling stabs his beak. In each plump gourd the cidery bite of boys’ teeth tears the skin; the waltzing wasp consumes his share, the bent worm enters in."
Laurie Lee’s poem “apples” for Sunday Sayings – a pick from the poets, writers or scriptures -and joining Shadow Shot Sunday too
4 thoughts on “wanton as they fall”
Someone needs to make some jelly!
but not wasted on wildlife
Oh wow, the poems are vivid!! Love the shadows as well.
agree, each of Lee’s verses are so skillfully drawn. The crab apple branches cast some interesting shadows
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