On Spring, the apple trees
Enveloped by bright green leaves
In a month, turn into white flowers
Attract the yellow-black bees
The small pink flower-nubs
Change in tinny green beads
The fruits bit by bit grew up
Turn into lime green, dark green
And finally, in the red apples.
In a few weeks, the green leaves
Transform in yellow, then carroty
Wait for the wind take down
To cover the lawn in brown
The branches once again
Expect the burden of snow.
The seasons give to the apple trees
The distinctive attractions
Amend new views, refresh feelings
The lovely and beautiful ladies
Impress men’s mind
Defined by men’s eyes.
In vegetables, carrot
In fruits, orange
In birds, canary and canaria
In gems, orange opal
In space, starts and ends of daytime
In flowers, orange sunflower.
To see carroty canary (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIzd1IC8HGE) I used to have two years ago.
Growing up in the colorful land
of rich fruits ripened by sunshine,
I waited for the harvest time...
imagining how sweet they tasted.
I carried a basket made of strong wick,
it could hold forty oranges or more,
farmers left them on trees for anyone
who loved to pick them after work.
The orange grove was on the outskirts
of the town with three church towers
and lovely hills bubbling with brooks;
there I sat and ate my tasty oranges.
Around six o' clock, the carroty sun
dropped below the darkening horizon
giving a goodbye kiss to the oranges
not happy to be hidden in darkness.
Until the last day of Fall I picked oranges,
I gave some away to neighbors who smiled;
grandma loved them as in her youth days...
she remembered the orange grove and cried.
Magnetic lake cloak
Northern Wings summer chatter
Carroty dawn pond
By Shane Cogan (August 2014)
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