Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Apples Born in Springtime Magic
By Don Iannone

The mighty apple tree bears the weight
of her plump spring blossoms
proudly and gracefully,
knowing they represent
living messages
sent into a future
that she may never see.

And thus, we the story of life.
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8 comments:

QUASAR9 said...

hmmm
time seeds sows
seeds time grows
bliss sublime peace divine

5:05 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Quasar...thank you. Nice poetic seeds you dropped here. Lovely.

5:15 PM
Kathleen said...

Lovely Don... "...living messages
sent into a future that she may never see..." beautifully said.

Life message indeed... we live on in everything... for always...

Thanks Don! :)

10:49 PM
dumbdodi said...

Don, like Kathleen I found same lines very powerful "...living messages
sent into a future that she may never see..."
Its as if the apple tree in your poem is mother earth and the plum, heavy apples are we.

5:49 AM
Dan said...

Yes!

11:21 AM
polona said...

beautiful image pregnant with meaning.

2:21 PM
CE said...

The apple tree cannot but apple. It's in its apple nature.

3:02 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks Kathleen, Dumbdodi, Dan, Imemine, Polona, Qazse, Dan. Glad you liked them apples! You're all too kind.

10:23 PM

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