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

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5 responses to “Apple trees

  1. What a wonderful autumnal poem ~ just as the Equinox is upon us ~ & even more lovely to see you ‘producing fruit’ once more Abi 🙂

    Loving ‘just milked dairy girls’ & great final two lines 🙂

  2. Lovely to see you back in the creative orchard, Abigail, m’dear. 🙂

    You’ve beautifully captured some of my favorite themes and images…autumn, dawn, trees, and…dairy girls! 😉 Well done. Welcome home!

  3. Lovely poem, Abi. I particularly like “Blue green leaves nestle together
    a duvet around their rosy children” and “…colouring with blushes of excitement.
    Each anticipating the coming fall…”. Nothing’s missing in your poetic armoury, your skill hasn’t waned, however long it is since you last wrote one.

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