abiding change
resolute in bearing fruit
apples in community
The Old Orchard
Like A Goddess
bestowing sweetness
with grace
delicacy belies her strength
Apple Tree Offering
her limb
heavy with ripeness
presenting gifts
Pulse
apples and reeds
winter’s red
heartbeat
Sleep Tight
old apples
wear stocking caps
for their long winter’s naps
Protected by the Labors of Care
piles of wood
wheel barrels of apples
surrounded by the harvest’s securities
Everything In Its time
everyone’s fledged
the nest rests
as apples ripen
Wild Apples
untamed
they grew
particularized
Made
highlights
of light snow
March’s art nouveau
Them Apples
gathering sweetness
rounding with time
growing into themselves
Lingering
baubles above the brook
just out of deer’s reach
last year’s apples