Dear Apples Poem

High on the ladder
I try to pick you up
you are plump
in the tree
your leaves
tickle my face

when I have
that first bite
your tart and
sweet juice
journeys into
my belly
and tingles there

you make me
heavenly happy
my cheeks shine
as red as you

Picture without poem available in giclee prints (10 x 15.5 in)