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

(from The Poet of Utah Park)