An Apple

An apple is

A reminder

A token to bring you back

To the day in the orchard

When you were six years old

Sitting on your dad's shoulders

Reaching for an apple

That you had decided was perfect

And you were never going to eat it

Just look at it

But your hunger got the best of you

While your parents talked

To friends of theirs

The apple

Tastes like apple cider

The apple cider you had

On that day in the orchard

It warmed your hands

As the wind blew around you

Causing the leaves to dance

And brightening the tip of your nose

An apple

Fits in your palm

You don't need two hands to hold it

You used to though

You used to have to cup it

In both palms

In order for it to stay put

Sometimes you would forget

And it would drop to the muddy ground

It would roll away

And your mom would say

How you can't eat it now

Because it's dirty

Sometimes you'd cry over your lost apple

Other times you would just have your mom

Hoist you up to grab another

An apple

Is the memories of fall

Wrapped into a sphere