Monday 5 August 2013

Little Green Apples

Under a dappled sky
the smell of promising rain
permeates jaded thoughts
on the little mound of soil
under the apple tree

The wings of a parakeet
agitate the leaden air
stirring the branches
above the little parasol 
of emerald shade

There forbidden fruit
coyly hide beneath 
green leaves, waiting
patiently to harvest
their rosy blushes
from the gentle kisses
of the summer sun

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