Edgar Lee Masters: Conrad Siever
…here under the apple tree
I loved and watched and pruned
With gnarled hands
In the long, long years
August 4, 2023 · Leave a comment
Ellen McGrath Smith — Corona: The Apples in Winter
The emotions go somewhere. Like water, they find
their own depth and go somewhere.
The salmon-smudged sunset unravels December
as Saturn comes in to make judgments,
name debts.
December 18, 2019 · 2 Comments
