Greeting us as we let in the light
watching in the darkness
as we shut out the night.
Bare in winter, yet, possessing still;
in summer welcome shade,
and early autumn, heavy with fruit.
But spring is the season you bloom,
flush with leaves and gentle blossom,
alive with birdsong and the hum of bees.
Oh, how we love you, our apple tree.
Learning, writing and connecting with May prompt-a-day from Writealm; today’s prompt is ‘bloom’