The Orchard's Fall
by Linda Thornton Peterson
In the evening light,
Apples break the limbs they load.
Pumpkins hide from jack-o’-lantern hunters
And Gourds are fearful, too.
While mosquito -hawks hunt the last mosquitoes,
Raspberries, blood -red,
Hope they’re rescued before their fall.
In spite of others’ fears,
Goats and donkeys skip with joy.
Purple and gold prairie flowers
Enjoy the cycle.
And Compass sunflowers point West then East.
Windmills in a distant orchard,
Their petals firmly attached,
Stand against a Jonathon- red sunset.
Over- confident they will always stand.
Bio: Linda Thornton Peterson, a Louisiana native, retired from Northern Illinois University as a psychotherapist and teacher. Her short stories have appeared in The Greensilk Journal and Flash Fiction Magazine. Poetry publications include: The Greensilk Journal, The Hanging Moss Journal, the Western State Colorado University Journal and Northern Illinois University Journals. She won an NIU faculty poetry award and is a founding member of two DeKalb writers’ groups. She was an Associated Press stringer photographer and art teacher who continues to exhibit her art.