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apple tree shadow

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This time of year, I watch for the old apple trees along the road.  Most are neglected, and the fruit remains unpicked, even for cider.  When the apples fall, they lie beneath the tree in a circle of red or yellow, mimicking the shadow of the tree at noon.



apple shadow


days follow days

and the apples

fall to the ditch,

claim the gravel

edge the asphalt


ripe shadow space

at the base of

the leaning tree


passing cars play

polo and wasps

worry in the

rotting remains



Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

September 24, 2012 at 7:06 am

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