by Lawrence Estrey03 Apr 2019
The apple pond sits at the bottom of a field
circled by hedges and trees
its water gloomy and muddy and still
sprinkled with leaves and twigs
The apples mature
only to tumble into the pond one at a time
where they rest on the water rotting and fermenting
decade after decade
Spring has come early this year
helping the apples blossom
filling the air with the scent of sun and grass
painting the pond different shades, different hues