Apples and Independence [jana]
"An apple a day"
It sings health.
This day is an apple day.
It sings health.
I took a train to the city.
An experiment in independence
The scuptures clear, graceful, restful,
Flat like trees against the sunset.
Rare day—cold but blue.
Sitting on a low wet green hill,
Incognito amid the lunching suits
Ties awry and white socks showing.
A coffee cup, seed laden bread with cheese,
Two apples, water to my soul,
I ramble alone, fulfilled.
This is my apple day.
I love this. And I love the idea of an apple day. It's so rare to live in a day that sings health.
ReplyDeleteAn apple day!
ReplyDeleteI love that you're trying your hand at poetry... it seems the forgotten sibling of prose, and I do love to see them reunited.
"Ties awry and white socks showing."
ReplyDeleteFelt like I was there too, made me grin.