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
ⒸRose
