There is a line of apple blossom trees at work that I love to sit by while taking my lunch. Here are a pair of poems written while I was sitting there enjoying a Spring afternoon.
Enjoy.
1
Petals of pink snow
pile up in the shadows
of an apple tree upon the grass
waiting for someone
to make
an apple blossom angel.
2
A bubble of gum on a girl’s lips–
apple blossoms
bursting from a branch.
Planet of the Stu 