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Apple Picking

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"Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree." - Martin Luther

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The old wooden gate is inviting. A testament to the careful hands of a previous owner. It squeals a greeting as the celtic filigree moss yields to my presence. I discard my footwear, seeing the need to connect with the fertile green mat of welcome. Apples hang like fragile bejewelled baubles, sweet and dew laden. A translucent moist mist meanders above the emerald carpet. I have no intention of disturbing the delicate beauty of the silhouetted trees, yet a whispering invitation begs me to taste and enjoy. As I pluck the low-hanging blessing, ruddy red and crimson cool to the touch.. the trees whisper again to each other in musical melancholy. I bite. Revealing the future of humanity; like Eve, captured by a naive delight. The juice runs away from my lips like an uncontrolled lie. I ponder, revealing the descendents in this sculptured core, as it falls from my loosened grasp. I can easily count the seeds in this apple, but could never count the apples in each seed. I sense a Holy moment, knowing my soul will always be grateful for the symphony of the orchestral orchard. Contest: Apple Picking Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

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Jerry Brotherton

Date: 10/2/2023 10:56:00 AM

Loved this, Sam. An orchid orchestra playing to natures tune.

Sam Scott
Date: 10/2/2023 11:13:00 AM

Thanks so much Jerry :))

Ink Empress

Date: 10/1/2023 12:09:00 PM

Could count the seeds in the apple never the apples from Seeds! Thats such a deep line’ i am in awe really of the way youvr written this, about naive delight and temptations and so much more. So beautiful too the imagery and flow. I loved reading this intriguingly thoughtful poem abt apple pickn which flows deeper than deep

Sam Scott
Date: 10/1/2023 12:27:00 PM

Thank you Ink. I hope it paints a picture for you.. if you can taste apple, or feel the cool grass under your feet or the damp of the mist about your cheeks, my work is done :)

Jay Narain

Date: 10/1/2023 9:57:00 AM

Nice poem

Sam Scott
Date: 10/1/2023 11:55:00 AM

Thanks Jay :)