Perfectly caught in my own Tree-of-Mid-Life. Only a few of us left,
I wondered what it would be like to free-fall down as ‘apple-in-1’, but I even missed that.
I had anticipated my direction to pass through my branch friends
Just a little over par. Apple golf, tis a young Summer fruit’s game
Now between tree and ground, I can only ponder my future
Never to be freshly plucked and be a real bite
Might an Eve ever pass by me now and shout ” Apple? CORE!”
I think not.
But she could now admire my new transferable skill –
Over-ripe for the picking, I can be a delightfully sweet bird chair
But ever youthful, will this Eve.Ning still tempt her path to pass by
Us. Even on our aged and frozen Winter beauty?
© 2016 La Floralie 3