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It’s an old tree, standing in my yard –
not ancient like the Sequoias, or
statuesque like the Redwoods, just
a squat little apple tree being the best
tree it can. I can imagine it wiggling its
roots in the rich soil, like the child playing
In the sandbox under its shady umbrella,
Deer come to graze on the bounty of
late summer and Robins build delicate,
twiggy nests in its branches, and I’m sure
I can hear it humming lullabies in the night.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: How to Cut a Pomegranate
Poetics: How to Cut a Pomegranate
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Secret Star
The ancient apple tree freely gives up its fruit
The universe held safely within the core of its being
Covered tightly in a smooth red skin protecting the wisdom
Of the ages, the stories of past lives, tales of feast and famine
My knife pierces that skin and sweet juices trickle over my fingers
A baptism of holy sweetness, a promise of things to come
And there, in the center where new life is held, I see the secret star
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Beyond Meaning or The Resolution of Opposites
haiku
within its branches
the ancient gnarled apple tree
harbors fresh new life
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from Paul Dunbar’s The Paradox: I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf
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