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The Apple Tree

It was a lovely,Almost a perfectApple tree. For fifty yearsOr maybe a hundredIt stood. From grace of slender youthBright-with-blossomGreen wood Pruned by hand of manTo shapely vigorReceiving the sun. Fifty or a hundred springtimesKissed by virgin beesTo fructify: In sweet-smelling scarlet curtainsRedolent of every treein Eden; In golden ooze from the combIts sweetness bringing to… Continue reading The Apple Tree

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Cutting back the blackberries by the shop

The small man is ready for anything. He has brand new red clippers. The snowball bushes between the shop and the carport have grown a bit out of control in the last two years. More to the point, they are overgrown (and undergrown, and through grown) with Himalayan blackberry. Earlier, the kids cut a tunnel… Continue reading Cutting back the blackberries by the shop