Eve And The Apple Bough Poem by Josephine Collett

Eve And The Apple Bough

Rating: 5.0


There is something happening to
the apple tree
The wintered grey branches
are changed beneath my fingers,
Like the swelling and stirring inside of me.
All the long days of night and cold
I lay, dreaming of Paradise,
Of the green verdant hours of endless play
as the leaves fell down and drifted away,
And the snow fell, pitiless snow
Cold sinking deep into our bones
Like the edge of flint on deerskin shoes
And I waited in his arms for the night
to take us all,
But the stars turn, he told me,
and there came the dawn of the sun
warm breeze, and snow in rivulets running into streams
Sun, call me back to the apple tree
each morning,
Here today
On a rugged tree
The leaf, the fruit, the birdsong in its branches,
The promise
Of life for the child and me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pradip Chattopadhyay 20 July 2013

a wonderful poem Josephine, of nature, love, hope and revival! great write.10/10.

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Gajanan Mishra 20 July 2013

promise of life, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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Josephine Collett

Josephine Collett

Hull Yorkshire England
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