Thursday, August 7, 2014

Apple (poem)

Apple

January brings a
solitary apple
that clings in iridescence
to a lonely upper branch.

A desiccated beauty
And why only one?
Squirrels have not touched it
birds have left it be

Poison, profound or pious
I may never know
I’m reconciled to beauty alone
for only crows know truth



Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/8/2013

2 comments:

  1. Very thought provoking. I wonder if the apple will fall?

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    1. Thank you Loni. It did fall eventually. :)

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