Apple Ate

I apple ate for
winter time
festive red lit cheeks and
amber cores for eyes,
burning coals,
carol cries.

I apple ate for
harvest time
blue moon sank beneath
my window's wink
jumping dish
& fiddle dog
leapt to laugh to see to sport.

I apple ate for
summer time
winking sun
and daisy rope
chained unchained
hanging.

I apple ate for
early may
or was it april
disheveled
alone, unmade
untold
my apples eaten,
unripe and rotten
on the ground.