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I love to watch
the little birds
atop the trees
or sat among
the apple blossom;
fresh burst
and blushed pink.
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A little Sunday evening poem.
I hope you have had a lovely weekend, Jane.
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Bloom
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Greeting us as we let in the light
watching in the darkness
as we shut out the night.
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Bare in winter, yet, possessing still;
in summer welcome shade,
and early autumn, heavy with fruit.
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But spring is the season you bloom,
flush with leaves and gentle blossom,
alive with birdsong and the hum of bees.
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Oh, how we love you, our apple tree.
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Learning, writing and connecting with May prompt-a-day from Writealm; today’s prompt is ‘bloom’
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Apple tree
Memories of my boy climbing
And blackbirds courting
Hidden in your lush green leaves.
Blossom, promising fruit
And shade from summer’s heat.
You will return, I know
As winter’s grip loosens
And spring whispers
Through your naked branches.
‘Not long now my friend,
Until you are woken’.
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Writing along with prompt-a-day over at write alm; today’s promt is ‘return’.
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I found this beautiful poem about an apple tree, so thought I would share this too.
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