A soft breeze teases my skin,
whispering promises of cooler days,
the sultry sun giving way to longer nights.
Beneath the orchard tree,
I listen to stories of secret futures.
The apple I eat speaks of the mysteries.
Her crisp skin
Resisting, then yielding
Releasing her juices
It covers me, enters me, embraces me
The sweet ecstasy of life.
Within her core:
the sacred symbol
A wisdom held fast –
The Deepest Mystery
is reached in joy and pleasure.
‘Bite into me’ the apple says
‘Take me in.
It is a great transformation, this knowing –
Death begets Life
Life begets Death.
This is the bitter sweetness of the Harvest
This is my gift to you.