Saturday, December 23, 2017


unsplash photo by sydney Rae

summer's memory
forgotten 'til just now
wrinkled old apple

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2017

1 comment:

  1. I smiled when I read this one. One of our apple trees has in its very tip-top branches several inaccessible, unpicked apples. The birds flock to them in this weather.

    Maybe that's what poetry can be, too, a "wrinkled old apple" in the winter.