The Cedarville Review 2018

22 THE CEDARVILLE REVIEW Poetry by Angel Grubbs TO THE APPLES: A PANTOUM Father lights their cinnamon candle. Warm Aroma wafts through the house, Silently, slowly. Not wanting to alarm but awaken the family to Outside: Fir trees hailed by crinkled leaves. Family, crunch peacefully To wagons stuffed with gilt hay. Not wanting to alarm but awaken the family to Outside, Crisp wind caresses dream-wearied faces, gasp. Race To the wagons stuffed with euphonious hay. Sh, sh! Settled, Mother’s flannel shawl proudly warms her. Crisp wind caresses hungry children’s faces, gasp. Race To the apples: Gala, Jonathan, Golden Delicious. Mother’s wicker basket presented proudly before us. Fingers grasp nature’s fruit, acidic wonder. Relieved hunger. Back home from the apples: Fuji, McIntosh, Elstar. Home to fir trees hailed by crinkled leaves. Crunch sleepily. Bellies cherish nature’s fruit, acidic wonder. Children slumber. Father snuffs their cinnamon candle.