Autumn Things

Wild apples, warm woolens, the last bundle of dill

Three baskets, heaped with wild apples, sit on the larder table, waiting for Sunday. Waiting for time, and an autumn playlist, a sharp paring knife and a hot pot of water, a simmer, a food mill, and apple sauce.

A plank of wood, freshly planed and cut to size, sits, waiting in the corner. A can of creamy white paint is waiting, too. For when plank and paint and brackets make a shelf there, like a deep sill, on the sunny southeast window.