Quirt the Apple ... connection

Did you know that within every apple there lies
something waiting to surprise.
Instead of slicing down, slice through
and watch a star appear and twinkle for you!

At harvest time each day on my ladder
I reach closer towards the sky
picking apples, filling barrels, 
for mead, for cider, and to make apple pie.

But I am done with apple-picking for now.
Its time for winter sleep that longer nights allow
the scent of the apples calms me and calls me.
What will my dreaming allow me to be.

In the twilight before sleep
I can see apples appear and disappear;
every one with perfect skin shining clear.
Yes, this was the great harvest we all desired
to nourish us through winter, but now I'm tired 

And there are voices singing
Apples, apples, look here's our treat,
big and small they're all good to eat.
One side red, other side green,
russets and coxes all washed clean

But where are the crab-apples, 
Still out in the wood?
Bitter for the big folk, 
but for us they are good! 

So come all ye let's gather them up: 
Make jelly with honey and mead for us to sup. 

From mead we reveal stories 
of darkness to light
Monsters who became angels 
to guide us through the night.

A poet once visited,
told us of his longing,
seeking for the dream,
his desire for courting.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;

We walked with him among long dappled grass,
and plucked till time and times are done.
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Through a moment's smile
he shared more wisdom for awhile;
peering above spectacles steamed
as we giggled, burped and beamed.

This is a tree
With leaves so green.
Here are its apples
that hang in between.
If I picked two apples,
do you know what I would do?

Shine them up, 
keep one for me,
give the other one to you.

to read an explanation of this story poem please click here