If you sat at the edge of the orchard,
What would you see there and feel?
It would just depend on the seasons;
Each one affects with their own zeal.
The orchard in winter row upon row,
Stark branches as chill winds blow.
Snowflakes settle among tiny birds;
I am in awe and a little lost for words.
The orchard in spring, what a thrill;
No apples yet, only blossoms still.
The sight has me want to believe;
I am in awe, as if slightly deceived.
The orchard in summer, blushing,
The apples ripen slowly, no rushing.
Red colors blend as apples sweeten,
Just waiting to be picked and eaten.
The orchard in autumn, a wild sight;
Apples for plucking feels just right.
They hang delicately from lush trees,
As the tree branches bend their knees.
In Indian summer, winter long gone;
In spring, the apple buds sing a song.
At the edge of the orchard, I know why
Trees need seasons and always comply.
A FINE WORK, JOHN, AS ALWAYS WORDS LAID SIDE BY SIDE TO TELL A RICH STORY WITH POETICAL BEAUTY AND CRAFT. ENJOYED VERY MUCH AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Apples are so ubiquitously American. It's hard to believe that everyone of them came from Europe and were spread across the country by the likes of poetic Johnny Appleseed.
Your poem describes brightly the cycle apple production from year to year. It seems like everything else, there are good years and bad years. What amazes me is that a good year can burden the tree with apples so much that the branches are so heavily laden they nearly break from the weight. Amazing.
following Jerry, give me the orchard in wintertime when i can see the whole progression within my mind; the result is nothing, it is obvious, what is the most interesting part of the process is the process only, which is different is each single mind. In a word, nothing is to be wasted on the breast of Mother Earth. Thank you, John, for your contribution. Cheers, alex
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Jane
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Your poem describes brightly the cycle apple production from year to year. It seems like everything else, there are good years and bad years. What amazes me is that a good year can burden the tree with apples so much that the branches are so heavily laden they nearly break from the weight. Amazing.
Ron