These orbs ~
such radiant pleasure
to softening eyes.
Cracking open,
their prickliest
skins -revealing
juicy fulsomeness;
hearts filled with
browned Autumn’s
chocolatey glaze.
And you my love ~
where were you?
Where w e r e you
when these trees
began to die?
You were in my arms
as our tears fell,
just like falling leaves.