Apples

The first leaves of fall started turning the same day we turned over our first leaf,
You kissed me under the apple tree,
Not stopping to think of when it meant for you and me.
It was like dew drops in the middle of spring,
Drinking off hose water in the end of summer and,
Holding your hand in the beginning of winter.
I never experienced having to spell out l-o-v-e,
But I knew it was true the first time you held me.
I’d love to fall asleep like caterpillars on Aspen leaves,
And wake up transformed with your arms around me.
We’d pick apples in the early morning,
Eat them all afternoon and by dinner we’d be asleep,
But for now I’ll just sit under this tree,
Let the juice soak up in my sleeves,
For now I’ll think of the autumn colors,
And stick around for these memories.