Apples in January

I stand planted underneath

my twisted old apple tree

and peer up into late January.

Dark branches break open

the grey sky.


Too many branches mean

dense Summer leaves will choke

out July’s sunlight

any breeze will strangle and fall dead

encouraging disease and rot.

That’s no way to grow apples.

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January Rising

This chill mid-winter wind startles

the last of Summer’s leaves loose,

a surging flow in flight,

from trees clustered along my homeward drive.


Twisting together, like smoke, they move

and wind along and above this darkening lane Continue reading “January Rising”