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.

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,

a century, 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"