The Orchard
He looked into an orchard that contained a thousand trees
And in the midst of her array high above the canopy
He spied the brightest apple on a branch just out of view
Yet he knew that with some effort he would climb and taste her fruit
Many men seek to gather all the sweetness from the trees
Tasting and then finding what they think is sure to please
Does not meet with expectation so they cast this fruit aside
Trying yet another with their thirst unsatisfied
He looked into the vastness for his beauty on a limb
Shining in her veil of green waiting just for him
In unpredicted splendor ripened by the days
The sunlight kissed her gently and the dew had washed her face
Perfecting her for pleasure as with charm he reached his hand
To pluck the brightest apple from the tree that could withstand
To linger
©Kay Salady
Posted on August 3, 2012, in poetry and tagged apple, canopy, charm, fruit, many men, orchard, pleasure, splendor, sweetness, taste, trees, vastness. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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