Apple trees

The orchard is quiet
in the early morning light.
Shadow hands pick the day’s windfalls,
a yawning breeze chimes tubular coated cobwebs
making the furry fat inhabitants
shiver and stir turn in dream flight.
Blue green leaves nestle together
a duvet around their rosy children.

Yesterday it rained.
The ground giving up its goodness
they all drank thirstily,
like a herd of just milked dairy girls.
Today their precious charges swell
colouring with blushes of excitement.
Each anticipating the coming fall,
holding tight to the gnarled mother branches.

© Copyright 2013 Abigail Baker