The Next Stone I Turn

 ~leave no stone unturned

The next stone I turn will be an apple
still lost in the memory of pink and white blossoms
soft with the overtaste of vinegar
vigorously holding to the solid ground
We will sit together in an acidic understanding
the gift of sweetness tinged with a tang
and a sodden forgiveness
The first blush will be something
we linger over without regret
each of us braced in original juicing
each of us lingering in the fortitude of trees,
staring without blindness
into the warm eyes of the sun

Reviews

[Emily B]

so good to see you here, sent some apple butter to an old friend the other day, nothing special, just thought it might be enjoyed on a biscuit

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Your words are so blissful and spiritual... to feel so connected to nature is like finding the fountain of youth.

[thenakedverse]

your language is lyrical.