Apple Tree

Season 2, #1: ...warming his toes in the sun

Curled about the grass,
He warms his toes,
In the speckled light,

And traces the canopy’s
Stubborn, knuckled twists, 
To a fist of red apples.

Bobbing in unison,
And stiff trepidation, 
Above the windfallen
That pepper the undergrowth;

Brown, and bruised,
And sweet with maggots.
An ochre constellation, 
In static orbit, 
About his leaning trunk.

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Read more from Season 2…

This is the second season of Notes and Noises. If you liked this (or didn’t) why not take a quick look at some of the other posts in the series:

Apple Tree

Introduction

Digging Holes

Remembering

On Introversion

Ctrl + Alt + Del

The Price You Pay

Realising

Distant Conversations

Knowing

All at Once

Being There

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