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Jun 2017
Anna Apples

Apples, which last week made the orchard trees
A festival of red among the green,
Are disappearing now, and hard to find
And hard to reach, high up and hidden away

Their joyful season is fading in early June
Their mothering trees are in mourning now
For the late-winter blooms that grew so soon
And ripened into transient perfection

Like happy children playing hide-and-seek
They slip away into the leaves and years
Anna is a type of apple designed in 1959 or so for warm climates.  My Gulf coast yard is blessed with seven Anna trees who provide apples during the month of June and beauty all year 'round.  Apples also lend themselves to all sorts of symbolism - here, children and the transience of childhood
Written by
Lawrence Hall
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