Poem: low hanging

lowhanging apple

 

the fruit of Happy Valley decorates the trees along the walk to the bay

apples blush and drop to the ground, the cherry is orange red

hard-sided pears, as many as the tree has leaves, present themselves in portrait

hidden under the branches, purple frost rubs off a plum’s sweet-shiny skin

 

a block over is an old lover, a crescent gap the size of my mouth is missing from his middle

bite taken, the remaining flesh kept cold is left to ripen

we ate our dessert too soon, a short harvest that blinked by

 

apples litter the ground

I am tired of apples

Published by

Shannon Laws

Like my writing? Want to hear me read my poetry? Of course, you do. Please visit https://chickadeeproductions.bandcamp.com/releases and download some today. Only $1.00 a poem! Shannon Laws is a Pacific Northwest poet, voice-over talent, and podcast producer. She is the author of four poetry books, the most recent “Fallen” published by Independent Writer’s Studio Press. Shannon has received two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Community Champion Award. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA.

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