Robert Frost reminds us that the simplest acts of nature are to be remembered.


A scent of ripeness from over a wall.
And come to leave the routine road.
And look for what had made me stall,
There sure enough was an apple tree
That had eased itself of its summer load,
And of all but its trivial foliage free,
Now breathed as light as a lady's fan.
For there had been an apple fall
As complete as the apple had given man.
The ground was one circle of solid red.

May something go always unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.

-Robert Frost


  1. I had forgotten-very melancholy and appr opriate !!sandy

  2. Oh my. . .so many of the apple trees where I walk have been gleaned by hungry deer but he's right. There are those unharvested. Thanks for sharing this beauty and Frost's admonition.
    Happy Wednesday!


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