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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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”
We stand together at the brink of December’s end. The year of 2017 is lurching, exhausted, to a close. With a mix of relief and of trepidation I prepare to turn the last calendar page of 2017 to uncover January 2018. I feel more than a bit hesitant to let another year in after the chaos we are preparing to sweep out the door. Continue reading “Standing Back to Back”