Leibert Benet Wallerstein

After eating the apple
from the forbidden tree,
you both went forth from the Garden.
It made me aware
...

O remember still, the winter sun, apple red
Upon the buildings, standing just below
Hills, where slender trunks of bared trees
Point up towards the chill, clean horizon.
...

Even Wisdom does not wander the streets
on a mean cold night like this.
The bright-eyed dwellings are silent
beneath the single white disk standing
...