Category Archives: Apple Blossoms

Against Hope

I look at the apple tree in spring And see how the blossoms fade and fall. I look again in summer and see How the fruit of its early promise Now bend thin branches under their weight. And in autumn … Continue reading

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Spring, A Reprise (and a short process note)

You can call this an experiment, a last-ditch, so to speak, attempt to marry tanka and cinqain stanzas into a longer poem by alternating them in a revisiting of the content of much of the short spring-themed calendrical pieces I … Continue reading

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Two Cinquains for the End of May

Today I saw my first lilac flower of the year, full-sized, purple, but the florets not yet open—just one lonely flower on a vine-choked lilac in the brushy tangle under skinny poplars at a street corner. Two Cinquains for the … Continue reading

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Apple Blossoms Fade Long Before They Fall

Apple Blossoms Fade Long Before They Fall These apple blossoms barely burst from buds before their deep red begins its fade through pink to white—watch, our hair turns grey as they fall.

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May 28

May 28 Late, late apple blossoms finally unfolding their dark red petals, deigning to beckon summer to bring nearer its insouciant nights and radiant days awash in salt waves.

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Late May Late Afternoon Sun

Late May Late Afternoon Sun Hello blue sky and sun. I don’t think the tulips missed you at all, and the lilacs still wait to bloom, long-suffering, but the apple blossoms— some are livid now, others red, sullen.

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When Late May Frosts

When Late May Frosts Even the half-moon spends most of the night tugging thick blankets of cloud back over the sky, so what of the fading magnolias, the apple blossom buds, and the delicate lilacs in their embryonic clusters, and … Continue reading

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