Apple,Your pink satin holds aBlush of deep red andTraces of spring's pale green.Apple,Your red dress hides Underclothes lacelessOver flesh of snowy white.Apple,Your inner core holdsTreasures of future trees inBrown capsules of seeds.
How many fruits have filled this bowl? How many tomatoes? How many applesWere peeled into it's curves?Golden honey-scented pears?How many green beans were servedWith new potatoes? Sliced sugary peaches?Ears of yellow corn? Savory vegetable soup?How many slices of cantaloupe? Blackberries?I wonder whose bowl it was before it was mine?Did she use it to mix a cakeBatter for... Continue Reading →