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

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on August 3, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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