Sweetening

A ruby red dragonfly
alighted on the fence nearby
its iridescent wings aglow
but can I touch it -- nope too slow,

as autumn apples coyly blush
we join the gently jostled crush
that longs to share the harvest yield
before the chance to reap's repealed,

some cider donuts hot and fresh
the sweet-tart zing of crispy flesh
beneath a sky so deeply blue
transcends by adding one thing -- you.