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