Late Harvest in Progress
I remember her tasting
of hand-worn
and warmed pennies ..
Looking like
late autumn sunshine
and carrying
the scent of old apples
all about her ..
Indeed, it seemed to me
then, she may
well have overwintered
and spoke not as
an old lover, but a friend ..
I also seem
to recall her once saying ..
Dear Neville,
don’t you ever dare fall
in love with me,
and so of course, that was
exactly what then,
in my youth I proceeded to do ..









Powerfully penned, Neville. Another excellent write my friend. Of course once she told you not to fall in love with her, that’s exactly what you went and done. I can relate. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
You got it .. thanks for stopping by and the subsequent reassurance .. its good to know I’m not the only one .. Neville