Apple Tree

Throbbing sun

Concourse of wildflowers

Underneath a carpet

 

Golden, ripe, harvest

Treasure covered budding tree

Where hidden happiness grows.

 

 

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One Response to Apple Tree

  1. Mary says:

    Ah, but happiness should be shared rather than hidden.

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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