poem of the day October 24

The bluebirds

lead the way

as I walked

the meadow 

I followed them

most willingly

and soon I came

to fork in a tree

where an apple

had slipped into

the  crook of time

I picked the fruit

as the bluebirds

began to circle by

Their flapped wings 

were full of grace

as I bit the apple

they left my space