Not a leaf left on the crabapple tree
instead little red apples hang
like ornaments on a Christmas tree.
Little red apples that spend
most of the winter covered with snow
waiting for the robins of spring
to fly back for a feast
so little pink flowers can bloom
and become little red apples again.
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Apple, snow, robins of spring make it wonderful poem of an exquisite beauty. Enjoyed reading it. Thank You, Donal Mohani. little red apples hang like ornaments on a Christmas tree.