My Beloved Apple Tree
By Winged Poetess

I remember looking up at her,
auburn hair glistening in the sun.

Her skin was sandpaper rough
with her arms always spread out for me.

Red cheeks slowly crept up on her
when her best friend, Autumn, overstayed her welcome.

With crisp breathe whispering secrets,
my beloved gained a parting gift from her best friend.
A copper cloak for an Indian summer.