Wintered leaves rattle
at apple branch end,
the lone music makers
in the life of the tree.
Delayed rendevous
gives me glimpse
of a natural chorus
ignored.
Jesus said, “The very stones
will cry out…”
Bus stop arbor
doing its best.
Wintered leaves rattle
at apple branch end,
the lone music makers
in the life of the tree.
Delayed rendevous
gives me glimpse
of a natural chorus
ignored.
Jesus said, “The very stones
will cry out…”
Bus stop arbor
doing its best.