Fruit heavy on the branches; friends and neighbours overloaded and giving fruit and vegetables to friends, neighbours, or the Food Bank. It’s the season when we stock up for winter, just like squirrels …
deer eating 
our apples
no sauce
wasps
on over-ripe plums
….heliport
blackberry vines
cling to my sweater –
purple juice
the first was published in Ascent Aspirations, the last in Barrio Poster
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes
