Autumn Apple
Tinge of frost kisses the grass, apples catch the dew on burning cheek.
Hot mouth shivers, anticipation - sharp teeth snag the skin taste the bitter essence.
Gerry Stewart
SourceLicence:CC BY-ND 4.0
Tinge of frost kisses the grass, apples catch the dew on burning cheek.
Hot mouth shivers, anticipation - sharp teeth snag the skin taste the bitter essence.
In Gerry Stewart’s “Autumn Apple,” a cold morning narrows to the moment just before a bite. Frost touches the grass, dew clings to an apple’s glowing cheek, and the speaker’s warm mouth shivers with anticipation. The short lines and the dash before “sharp” create a pause, as if breath is held.
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