Apple Blossom
Mother of the Spring,
\r\nHer branches’ cradle slipping,
\r\nBuds, yawning open,
\r\nwelcome by an aging man.
\r\nHe greets them fondly
\r\nwith memories of when
\r\nher bows were arms that held him
\r\nas a younger man.
\r\nTogether, they would marvel at
\r\nthe birth of Springtime.
\r\n
\r\nNow he stands beneath the apple blossoms
\r\nevery year where they used to go walking.
\r\nAnd he tells Her about the summer and the autumn,
\r\nThe winter in his heart,
\r\nAnd their Apple blossoms.
\r\n
\r\nIn summer they would dream
\r\nOf being three and smile,
\r\nimagining how round,
\r\nas the apples on the ground.
\r\n
\r\nThat fall, they loved and waited.
\r\n
\r\nBut winter came too soon
\r\nbefore their seed could bloom.
\r\nShe wilted from the chill.
\r\nAnd all felt cold and still.
\r\n
\r\nNow he stands beneath the apple blossoms
\r\nevery year where they use to go walking.
\r\nAnd he tells Her about the summer and the autumn,
\r\nThe winter in his heart,
\r\nAnd their Apple blossoms.
\r\n
\r\nAs he opened the after, as she fell
\r\nHe prayed heaven would be waiting to meet her.
\r\nHe kisses her cold cheek goodbye,
\r\nBut he couldn’t surrender the hope of staying solace
\r\nSo in her fallen hands he placed a seed
\r\nfrom their favorite tree
\r\nand he laid her to rest
\r\n‘neath the blanket of white
\r\n‘til they’d meet again in the springtime.
\r\n
\r\nNow he stands beneath the apple blossoms,
\r\nEvery year where they used to go walking.
\r\nWalking:
\r\n
\r\nAnd from above she’s always watching
\r\nBut her body lies ‘neath the apple blossoms.
\r\nApple blossoms.
\r\nBlossom.
\r\nBlossom.
\r\nBlossom.
\r\n
\r\nMother of the Spring
\r\nThe slipping bud she cradles,
\r\nSlowly, [they] unopen.
\r\n“Welcome, by an aging man,”
\r\nHe greets them fondly.
\r\nFondly----
\r\nbeneath the apple blossoms.
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