Little Green Apples Poem by Jay P Narain

Little Green Apples



Little green apples
where you were hiding in
blossoms on my tree

Hummingbird hovered,
bees kissed the white blossoms,
promised little green apples.

Little green apples
who would taste your tartness first
blue jays, swallows, me?

Last season's apples,
wrinkled skin scattered under tree-
forgotten old men.

Sunday, October 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 02 October 2016

Scattered under! Nice work.

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