The Apple Tree Outside My Window

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Photo courtesy of my niece Kristine

Spring slowly awakens my apple tree with shy leaves creeping out tentatively from

 the small buds that were set last year.

Testing the cold air of April while taking the risk of growing.

In hope of this very moment,

The small pink flowers of beauty call to the bees to come,

Drink of the nectar, while inadvertently allowing the sensual sex of trees to bring forth fruit.

As it is heavy laden with flowers, waiting to give birth to the fruit of its branches.

 

The apple tree outside my window         

Waves hello to me in the summer

The branches heavy with fruit and leaves brush up against my window,

In the dry warm winds of the last days of golden sun,

I am brought back to the summers of laying in the orchard of my youth,

Reading a book,

Not noticing time blowing by with the wind.

 

Ahh but Autumn.

My tree graciously gives to me, not only the

Rustling of the leaves against my screen on my window,  

But the joy of watching slowly ripening fruit.

 Even though, I must call to the squirrels to leave the fruit alone,

So, I alone,

May eat of the garden of Eden in my back yard.

 

During the winter I gaze longingly at the baren branches,

Dreaming of the spring leaves that will sprout, with the promise of spring.

The empty branches, look baren,

but I know better,

I know that spring follows winter,

even though I am now in the winter of my life, and my spring is over,

my fruit has grown,

 and bringing forth fruit of their own,

This young tree is going to go on to bring forth fruit,

For years to come, without me.