In the fall, when the apples are just ripe, I sometimes walk past my previous home where my father, who died some 5 years ago, and I had planted an apple tree. The back yard in my parent's home always had fruit trees and berry bushes. The feeling when passing this home that is no longer mine and my father's tree which is no longer mine brings feelings of intense nostalgia. One night when walking past, I snuck into the yard--I didn't have to climb a fence--and took a few apples to taste the memory. The feeling of being a kid sneaking apples from a neighbor's yard came to mind. I think that I'll make this a yearly ritual .. hope I don't get caught.

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My special thanks to the many contributors who offered apple-related haiku forthe site. For information on haiku poetry visit the World Haiku Club.

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