Disregard
Is the fragrance of apple branches smoking
in the woodstove what I will recall
of the Red Delicious I cut down, embarrassed
that I couldn't persuade its appendages to render natural product?
An excess of disregard will do that, skew the sap's
section, darken leaves, dry the bark and heart.
I ought to have trimmed the dead appendages early
also, observed each branch with a goshawk's eye,
fixing with restorative pitch, offering water,
manure and mulch, however I was excessively charmed
by pear saplings, blossoms and the field,
excessively young, making it impossible to trust that passing's inescapable
for any living being disliked, untended.
What remains is this armload of applewood
presently nourishing the stove's seethe. Quality
ages a last time in the firebox, a red
gather headed, by day break, to ashes.
Two many years of shade and blooms - tarts
what's more, juice, honey bees astonished by the dust,
save style in ice - however what goes is gone.
Smoke is all, through this lesson in winter
lament, I've been given to recall.
Smoke, and Red Delicious apples redder
than a passing cardinal's peak or ashes.
THE PROMISES I MADE TO PEOPLR COMMENT ON MY PAGE ....
...IN MY FORMAL POST TO SHOW
SOME part of lagos
more to come in my next post
