Winter winds howl and blow,
my scraggly branches defy the attack.
Spring will dance for us soon,
and alive again I will not look back.
My leaves will poke forth soon
new life bedecked in electric green chimes
with blossoms to come next
harmonizing in symphony sublime.
My fruity perfume sings
and swirls around you to tickle your nose.
Magic apple sweetness
can right any wrong, as everyone knows.
My juicy apples red
are an enchantment passed from me to you,
a shiny poetic breath
lasting until winter again comes due.
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Copyright 2002 Jo Ann English Janoski. All Rights Reserved.
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
We are all apple trees unique and special.
Cheers
Allain