More of Tasha's Photos and Summer Poems
The bark of the old tree is dappled with lichen and shade
Making a pattern like runes, like pebbles strewn for good or ill.
The leaves layer against the blue sky, the white clouds,
Dappling them with green, gathering summer into a memory.
Thirsty to grow, the small green apples drink the light,
Yearning to swell to hold the seed of the apples
That will fall to the ground, to rot or be pressed into cider.
The apples will slake thirst, recalling the Summer that was,
The Fall that is in their sweet-sour tang,
Nourishing us for the Winter that is to be.
I swing in the hammock beneath the apple tree
In this moment marked for me by insect sounds,
Music to accompany a tender breeze. All time is one:
The Spring blossoms hang as green globes glistening.
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