an apple is not
an apple
is not a summer fruit
it promises winter
and the hardening of leaves
to fall
cool symmetry
you are
flecked and reflecting
like the bent rim
of a chromium sky
folding in towards the west,
and gold
apple
you are an afterthought
rising like laughter
with the sun's sweetness
inside your skin
apple, you are in my hand
promising winter
ands a season of dreams
is not a summer fruit
it promises winter
and the hardening of leaves
to fall
cool symmetry
you are
flecked and reflecting
like the bent rim
of a chromium sky
folding in towards the west,
and gold
apple
you are an afterthought
rising like laughter
with the sun's sweetness
inside your skin
apple, you are in my hand
promising winter
ands a season of dreams
posted by Yes at 12:09 AM
10 Comments:
I appreciate your words very much.
To me apples seem to be a kind of prolonged light and swiftness of gone summer days when you fetch them at a long winter's evening from out of a dark cellar, polish them carefully and take a first mouthfull. But, ooh, some apples really do taste dusty when stored away too long. Better consume them at once. Others survive till next spring and keep their wonderful taste and fragrance.
What a pitty a lot of those 'modern' kinds of apples sold at the supermarket (and increasingly at the old-fashioned market places too) cannot be stored for a long time, not even for more than some weeks. And what's more the total number of different species are reducing rapidly. The other day I heard someone say that about but half a century ago there had been many hundreds of species of apples blossoming all over germanies gardens. Nowadays I call myself lucky when being able to choose from half a dozen species! What a shame!
And, before finishing, I'd like to say that I am very much fond of your wonderful pictures and the way you select what to show and the way to show!
This really works for me and on more than one level. There seems to be a kind of contrasting cool/warmth throughout, which is how apples impress me too.
Like Sumuze, I've always noticed how well your poem/picture pairings work.
A wonderfully pleasant surprise to come here and find new poems. Of course I've been gone so long probably not so surprising. I hope when you bite the apple all the dreams are sweet.
Susanne--I love your comment! Your English is brilliant...
I never realized that apples were such a part of life in Germany!
We also have mostly modern species here, but some groups are trying to save seeds from old species and keep them going--there is more interest in that now.
Thank you for the kind words about my photos. The apple tree in this picture unfortunately got run down by a delivery truck (it was next to my driveway). Before that, it was pulled down by a bear. This was the first year it had really nice apples. Now I just have the photo. (sigh!)
paul maurice--You impress me as being cool and warm, too. N'est-ce pas?
Pat--Ah, you are the sweetest of all! You may stop in any time for some fresh air, if you need it...so good to see you here again!
Me thinks Cousin Earl has had a much more interesting life than me.
But, Pat--you not only have charm and good looks, you have INTEGRITY!
(and lots of fans, too)
Apples as an afterthought,
I relish :-)
And now you become an afterthought to me..filled with sweetness :-)
Would love to come gain for more!
Devika--Thank you, and you are welcome to return as long as the roads are open...!
Thanks firebird!
I'll make the roads to come and meet you :-)
Do let me know how you like my latest in my 'The Certain Kind of Woman.'
Devika, that is such a lovely thought! ...the roads coming to meet me...
I love your post about dreams--
I was really struggling whether to use the word "dreams" as the last word of my poem, but now I am glad that I did, becuse you have given it extra meaning!
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