Caramel

Plumed, are you more alluring?
Sweet honeysuckle I thought I'd known
yellow petaled, at times, also, white
I'd grown accustomed to the rhythm of your sight
but know not what to make of a newness.
That you revealed to me, unwillingly,
unknowingly. An apple falls much faster
when it is not avoiding impact
unsuccessfully, leaving a soft thud
a reminder of the time of year.
We're merely visiting the orchard
knowing full well the full price of its fruit.
I'll not stay if you wish me not to
and you'll not if I also wish to be alone
but eventually we'll find ourselves here
with dew moistened brows
sun-flecked skin
and the ringing in our ears from the chimes
and soft glow of a tangerine sunrise.