tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post6113202739000655836..comments2023-05-31T10:47:00.444-04:00Comments on Poetrepository: AppleMary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-39848890069297825312017-12-28T11:42:02.111-05:002017-12-28T11:42:02.111-05:00I smiled when I read this one. One of our apple tr...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. <br /><br />Maybe that's what poetry can be, too, a "wrinkled old apple" in the winter.Steve Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07307772474856131942noreply@blogger.com