Some more poetry and flash fiction from one of my collections.

Although we are heading into Spring here in the Northern Hemisphere, here is a reminder of the changing seasons and crab apples.

Changing Seasons

The change in season has mind and body confused. One craves the sunlight slipping away. The other desires warming stews and comforting puddings. The birds forage in daylight storing fat for the long journey to the southlands. We must remain to make the most of the encroaching darkness.

moon of many names
urges the birds to migrate
following the path
genetically embedded
southward to long sunlit days.

Crab Apples

September and the crab apple tree drops its fruit. Small apples are picked up eagerly by children, but soon bored they play hide and seek as their grandmother takes on the task.