Poem: Apple Tree

 

Apple Tree

 

mobile of the delicious,

luring me as marionette,

even does and cubs

tugged from the theater of

the forest for a taste.  so alive, 

August’s living golden buzzing robe,

winesap- and pixie-dappled,

cox’s orange and dorsett.

the honeybee-drenched orbs 

blush toward evening,

more buxom than twilit Venus,

or a lunar floribunda.

 

who wouldn’t fixate

on the gifts of dance

arrayed over the decades,

centuries, too!

are we not swept up

by the minuet of airy seconds,

graceful boughs

in waltz with arms of breeze?

does it not captivate us,

lend our hearts to whirl?

 

 

 

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8/16/25 ... diffy poem

8/13/25  added a "the"

8/11/25 ... more mods, struggle

8/10 ... hvy mods 

8/9 .. changed last phrase

changed word, shortened a phrase

added a "the"