Night and Day
So many kinds of apples, in sugar, scent, and blush — in a dream — as you undress — I see their orchards bloom. [ 686 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Apples’
London Bridge
A full three hours before dawn, and the geese at the pond are already in an uproar. What starts them so, there in the dark? What fuels their urge and feeds their eyes at this hour? Their sound makes light of the intervening mile. Waxed apples are a modern tragedy. Surely their trees would weep to see them. A truck hauling apples across the country is a chilled mausoleum. The […]
Canvas 1,136 — Ladder Poem
Such beautiful apples! Which shall I bring home? I bend the bough. I pick the sun. [ 538 ]
