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