This poem was first shared on Oct. 25, 2013 – about a week or so after I returned home from my very first Highlights Foundation workshop. If you have never attended one, I highly encourage you to do so; they are as inspiring as they are educational.
I’m re-posting this poem today not only because we are approaching fall (the first day of autumn is one week from today!), but because I just learned this week that I will be attending my SECOND workshop next month – with Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard. I’m so excited to see them, my Flashlight Night editor Rebecca Davis, and so many others who will be attending!
This poem was one of many inspired by my time there in Honesdale, PA. I hope you like it….

“Last Autumn”
Do you remember
when we almost got lost
down by the creek
near that old stone wall?
It all started with an apple.
One of us (I don’t recall)
had twisted the season’s last McIntosh
from a withered branch. Sharing
small bites, we ate
all the way around
save for a dark blemish where something wild
and hungry
had gnawed its flesh.
Tossing the core deep into woods
we ran across the field
for no reason
other than to run
and laughed
for no reason
other than to laugh.
When we finally reached the creek
(were you first, or me?)
remember how we spent our time
dodging briars
walking the rocks
and making sure neither fell onto the slick
smooth stones beneath
the glassy current?
Table Rock, we called it, flat and mossy
under a beech tree rose
up to meet yellowing leaves
wind chimes
dancing
to a silent song.
I helped you onto the stone
or perhaps you helped me
and we sat there
talking of fish
and books
and apples
while the call of a lone wood thrush
made melody with the water.
For a time, we simply listened
because our ears wanted to
watched
because our eyes needed to
and before we knew, color had disappeared
from leaves,
the warm October breeze had cooled,
and Venus was peeking out
from behind pale sunglow.
Not sure how we had gotten there
but knowing enough to follow the creek
I helped you
or you helped me
down from the rock
and we wandered back
retracing steps
under trees, over stones
only this time
as friends
confidantes
conspirators.
And it all started with an apple.
Do you remember?
– © 2013, Matt Forrest Esenwine
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Lovely poem, Matt. Is it based on a true event?
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Thanks, Catherine. I wouldn’t say it’s “based” on a true story, although some parts were inspired by an actual walk along a creek.
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Nice!
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Beautiful autumn poem, Matt. I especially liked the opening stanza — an invitation to step into memory with you.
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Thank you, Laura! I’m glad you liked it.
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Very Robert Frost-y! Very nice, Matt.
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Well, that’s quite the compliment…thanks so much, Diane!
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Gorgeous poem, Matt!
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Thank you, Iza!
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Beautiful. I like this re-telling of the apple story.
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I’m glad you picked up on that, Liz..,thanks!
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(I can’t think of meandering around those Highlights paths without remembering mini-hikes there with you, Liz, as we talked spiders and enjoyed finding those cute salamanders out and about!)
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Wonderful! The setting might have been in my home state of Arkansas. As a child, I walked barefoot on the “flat, mossy rocks” in mountain streams. I like especially the line “a lone wood thrush made melody with the water.”
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I’m very happy I was able to bring some memories, Freeda!
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I really love what this says about memory… however it happened, the emotion of the event stays and stays. Thank you for sharing!
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Thanks, Irene…I was really trying to get that across. It didn’t matter who did this or that – what was important was the feelings and emotions that remain.
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I love these kinds of poems, evoking memories of whatever kind, & you’ve brought in the apples again-might be a project, Matt! I love that kinship you showed us, a connection of these two, young friends, or lovers-the image is so strong. A favorite line: “wind chimes/dancing/to a silent song.”
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“It all started with an apple”
Maybe you need to write an apple-themed book, Matt! They keep popping up in your life.
Some lovely images here, like: “yellowing leaves
wind chimes
dancing
to a silent song.”
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Thank you both! With autumn comes apples, and with the Highlights workshop, I found myself writing a lot about autumn – and the rural area there.
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This TOTALLY reminds me of Frost’s “West-Running Brook!” Was this conscious, unconscious, or (miraculously) neither?
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Thank you so much, Mary Lee – I’m humbled by the comparison. Although I love Frost and am familiar with many of his poems, I’d never heard of “West-Running Brook,” so I just looked it up. I can see the similarities, but they certainly weren’t intentional! (In fact, I’m very surprised at his poem, because he was a critic of free verse and openly stated his dislike of it.) I’m going to go read some more!
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Thank you for whisking me away on a wonderful adventure. “We ran across the field for no reason other than to run and laughed for no reason other than to laugh.” And I read for no other reason than to enjoy.
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I’m glad you did, Michelle! Thanks!
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Yes, I agree with Irene — I like the way you call up the way we remember things, a little fuzzily, but with something true at the core.
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Thanks, Tabatha!
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Isn’t it amazing how one piece of fruit can conjure up a whole world? I love the image of Venus “peeking out/from behind pale sunglow.” Thanks for sharing!
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One apple, one rock, one quiet walk along a creek…and who knows what’ll happen! Thanks, Catherine.
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Ah. Apples. They are dangerous things, aren’t they. 🙂 Beautiful. So wistful. These reminiscences give a youthful glow to my eye.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Myra – but I’m sure that glow was already there!
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Thanks for the stroll, Matt. I felt I was there.
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Thank you, Sally!
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I am sorry to miss the workshop this year, Matt, & how wonderful that you will be there again. That 2013 time is a special memory for me. Your poem is wonderful, especially that last part, now friends.
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Thanks, Linda – I’ll never forget our experience there. (Including David Harrison shaking his shekere!) 😀
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It was a wonderful group and time. I remember your “special” s’mores, too!
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Ah, yes – my “grown-up” s’mores! I was going to share my little secret with Rebecca, but apparently word has spread about ’em!
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I think I missed this when you originally posted it. Love it — beautiful, lyrical, deeply felt. As others have mentioned, the emotions you recall ring true. Your wonderful images really transport the reader to that special time, and I like the intimate tone you created via direct address. Have fun with the two Rebeccas and Georgia at the retreat. 🙂
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Thank you so, much, Jama – I truly appreciate your kind words. And I will definitely have fun in Honesdale! I’ll tell them you said hi. 😉
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Really lovely, Matt – thanks for sharing. I have many memories and several poem-starts with roots in those very woods! I’ve been lucky to attend a few poetry workshops (you are going to LOVE this particular one!) and an illustrators workshop up there. Will be with you all in spirit for this one and look forward to pix!
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Thanks, Robyn! I’ve been wanting to attend this one for awhile now, so I’m glad we were able to work out schedules and finances and such.
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A lovely poem, Matt! I especially like that you don’t remember who did what, but you did remember the sensory details and emotions.
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Thanks, Jane, that’s what I was trying to get across – that it didn’t matter who did what, but the events still unfolded.
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Matt, such a lovely poem! It totally reminds me of the creek by the Highlights Barn. Have a wonderful time at your next highlights workshop. Wish I was going!
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Thank you, Michelle! That last day we were there was so beautiful, I could’ve stayed walking along the creek for hours.
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I like it just as much, if not more, the second time around!
It’s too bad I didn’t know you were going to Highlights in October–I would have let you drive! 😉
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Oh, are you going?? That’s great! I just confirmed it last night, so it’s still kind of a surprise, even to me!
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It ain’t cheap, and I’m seriously giving thought to retirement in early 2019, so I decided against going. 😦
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Have you considered applying for a scholarship? With the plethora of home issues and vehicle problems we’ve had this year, I applied for – and received – a partial scholarship to help pay for the tuition. I’d definitely consider doing so next year!
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A delicious poem. A romantic poem…from your memory…or was it mine? Delightful!
“wood thrush
made melody with the water.”
such a pretty, pretty line.
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Thank you so much, Linda. I wanted to impress upon the reader that what was important was the memory of what happened, as real and honest and cloudy as our own memories, so I’m glad you liked it!
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I like the volleying back and forth between the voices, “I helped you
or you helped me.” Lovely poem Matt, “all from an apple.”
Enjoy the conference, I’d love to attend one day. I caught a wee bit of Rebecca Kai Dotlich at a regional SCBWI conference a number of years ago, and I’m a big fan of Georgia Herd!
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Thank you, Michelle! I’ve Rebecca for years, but now we’ll both finally be able to meet in person. And yes, Georgia’s work is wonderful, too!
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Love these lines:
“For a time, we simply listened
because our ears wanted to
watched
because our eyes needed to..”
And I love the lure of autumn, just beginning to beckon with a few colors her and there.
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Thank you, Ramona; autumn is beautiful in so many ways!
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Lovely poem. I can imagine that a Highlights workshop is much like this walk in which you help someone or someone helps you and you become fast friends all because of an apple or a poem about an apple. I’d love to make it to this workshop. Maybe one day I’ll retire from teaching and be able to go.
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Thank you, Margaret. The workshops do bear the fruit of friendship, as I have kept in touch with nearly everyone I met 5 years. Indeed, this poem would never have been written were it not for the time I spent there.
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I love poems that take the reader through a story. I really enjoyed this one! Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much, Rebecca!
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What a lovely scene you’ve described. Thanks for inviting us along for a lovely fall ramble through the woods.
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Thank you, Kay! I’m glad you enjoyed the trip. 😉
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Beautiful! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Thanks, Ruth!
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What a beautiful poem, Matt. I wasn’t hanging around these parts the first time you posted it, so I’m grateful for second chances. Take good notes at that Highlights workshop—I can’t wait to hear all about it!
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Thank you, Michelle. I shared a review of the workshop experience here on my blog (https://mattforrest.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/inspiration-education/), and definitely plan to do another one when I get back from this one!
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I love the running and laughing just because…and the not remembering specifics, but knowing so truly that it is not the specifics that matter… Just lovely, and now I want to get outside. Fall is so beautiful here…wishing you great autumn memories and a fabulous time at Highlights!
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Thank you, Amy! It really was a remarkably inspirational and special time. And congratulations on your one-year book birthday for “Read! Read! Read!”
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Wow, Matt. I just loved your poem. Such a wonderful retelling of a memory.
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