I open my blinds
The apple out my window
Greets me with great blooms
White petals and a sweet smell
Holding a promise of fruit
I open my blinds
The apple out my window
Greets me with great blooms
White petals and a sweet smell
Holding a promise of fruit
Such rhythms today!
Clouded skies crying to clear,
Blue so breathtaking,
Even The Sun was in awe!
Flush as a cherry in bloom.
Falling off the cart
Apples spill into the road
And I empathize
Sometimes the road is bumpy
Let gravity take the wheel
truthfully answered
beauty articulated
in simplicity
four sepals and stem light green
soft rounded fruit pale orange