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Epiphany
Epiphany
As I came upon a lea,
flourishing both sides a verdant green, till I see
there, an ardent singular apple tree
twas in the stark midst,
with a solo trunk with a mid twist,
adorned with succulent fruits as it lists,
heavily laded being sparingly red,
I thought to myself tis be an epiphany in its stead,
for it grew in a golden poppy spread,
yet, stranger still, tis be naught Spring,
for the tease of Winter bring,
its chilly wrought sting,
by and by, a passerby says to me,
that be a Winter Apple Tree,
fruits are "Keeper Apples" to be,
twas naught an epiphany I saw,
But twas an added puzzle to my jigsaw,
nevertheless, twas my, "A-ha".
2020 February 21
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