Orchard Fantasy

Opalescent the heavy moon glows low, Rhapsodizing in pale light, winding Gauzy haze about gnarled branches. Apples gleam red where moonbeams steal, Nectaring night breezes in perfumed scent. Innocence illumined, for creatures kneel Commending praise beneath the trees. Fabled branches, heavy with fruit, Rustle leaves tinting toward gold and Umbrella the still sanctuary cradled between old roots. Invocation of gratitude to the Creator-- The orchard transcends to a cathedral, Sanctifying a new year’s harvest, pure and clean. Copyright, August 15, 2016 Faye Lanham Gibson