Fallen Fruit Comments

quite lovely, images well chosen, good ear for the music of the words here. Am I imagining it, or was this a metaphor or those who died young? This is the stanza that tells me its not just about apples: 'We turned, Each of us, in our own way, Toward the one for whom we had gathered there, Like a lush red apple first noticed, Fallen from our orchard tree, Full of the sweetness of a perfect fall day, Full of hope and the taste to come'

This reminded me so much of my childhood in Illinois. You capture the moment beautifully.