winter’s eve
apple frozen on the tree
about as nice as ice can be
you center slice of leafless sky
pupil coiling clouded eye
wine-rued skin–thin as thin
still you hold a flesh within
as soft as face of once-was friend
as tough as any leathered stem
though the knowledge you impart,
may, like sweetness, veer toward rot
oh apple tethering seed to tree,
can you tell the end of me–
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here’s a draft poem just because; no prompt. Have a wonderful new year and thanks so much for all your support of my writing this year.
ps: the above pic was taken tonight and the below, a couple of years ago.
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