Among the Apple Trees  

Come with me. Let’s go together, you and I 

Walking under the apple trees. 

Not in posited autumn, the elms starting to thin, soaked in gold, magenta dye 

And the fruit bursting ready to store, presenting eagerly 

For the barren beauty soon enough to arrive.  

No, let it be in spring 

Enticing purity, alabaster and rose’ , the blossoms baring. 

The leaves budding to fill empty spaces; feigning, humility and withheld daring. 

We have this land. It is ours. Ours alone to keep. Fenced in for us, but so large no barriers we see.  

On outside boarders there is pine 

With deference to some glorious oak. 

But our blanket boundary is dogwood. 

And there we start, at boarders, and inward go.  

The dogwoods trembling, their petal wisps 

With gentle breezes blow passage forward 

Snowing fragrance on us, and just before the orchard, 

I will kiss your bud of lips 

Sunlight dancing about the grove, the inner, 

Curving on your cheek, I am taken, your chestnut halo shimmers.  

Now, here under the apple trees, equinox passes 

Let’s stay even more so in summer. 

The leaves, green, robust will be full cover 

The air is sweet, tipsy with bouquet of grasses.

  

Let me love you amongst the apple trees 

Light caresses until, and as, dusk cools. 

Though not yet known are they for what they give 

Just beautiful, with solid trunk, holding green on blue 

Warmth all about, yet we will have and know all at one. lost, but aware.

Your skin and sun.  

So, I long to love you eternally 

In the orchard, in summer. 

 

Later, all are known 

And what they are by fruit, undeniable. 

Yes, in autumn, 

Even those with indifferent abundance grounded, maybe cider viable, 

Hover with spiced air all over 

The harvest in the strength of gloaming 

Accomplished, closing, 

Will satisfy us through contemplative winter 

Our souls hug—In warmth, pies and stews simmer.  

Let’s go to walk among the apple trees. 

Known, having and knowing. 

May I be your love there eternally