Wednesday, November 16, 2005

apple tree

climbing up
(up, up, up, up, up)
and I could touch the sky,
rough branches beneath
and I would settle into one familiar
place after another,
and the flowers gave way to
little green apples
and the leaves rustled in the
sky that I could touch,
and the leaves became the
world all around
and all year round,
winter's sky or soft summer leaves;
hanging by my knees,
stretching out on a limb,
hopping down, sneakers into mud,
it was a good place to


Chares Square Co-op said...

I found your blog :)

I love your poem :)

xoG :)

e said...

a very good place to be...

Erica Hernandez said...

And now I know where yours is ;)

You are an AMAZNIG writer!

Erica Hernandez said...


amazING even :p

Ally said...

I shouldn't go so long without checking in with you! Wonderful words - so love your poetry - it makes me happy and smiley inside! :)

Anonymous said...

man, you are truly multi talented!