Glory be to God for appled things—

for counters stretched dusty with flour as dirt roads,

for plate palates green-gashed with red, doled,

for cut, peeled and portioned plenty, for strudel rings,

for spice cakes and sauces, for amber juice, for a la mode,

for cider, spiced and mulled, or cold.

All dumplings, starrified, crimped, arranged. Whatever is

oven-ready, brushed wiThegg yolks, overloaded

with orchards-full, caramelized, ripened to gold,

sugar-crusted, milk beads riding pillion. Memorialize.

Bake them.