Under the apple tree,
the warm sun sets behind a purple horizon.
Patches of green grass
scratch our legs and
the knotted trunk itches my back.
We sit together.
80 years could pass,
all in one day,
and our love will be just as bright
as the sun that sets on
our lives together.
Under the apple tree,
we are at home
in our embrace,
and the apples ripen.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
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4 comments:
I smiled at the idea of apples ripening, and your love aging, and that 80 years could pass all in one day, and that you were oblivious.
I didn't comment on the previous post about the love and the TV show, but this one reminded me of the old Life Savers commercial where the Father points to the sunset, and the girl says, "Do it again, Daddy".
There is something so magical about Nature, that we humans are her humble servants, sighing every time she changes the lighting on stage.
Very nice line, "the warm sun sets behind a purple horizon."
Like unexpectedness in this poem.
yea man. say it again.
Beautiful imagery..
for some reason it reminds me of my childhood in Kenya, running in the tall Savannah grass chasing butterflies..
You took me back there..
A beautiful depiction of timeless love..
:)
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