by Dawnell Harrison
The rain and hail drop
As a blue mist rides
Through the apple-ridden
Orchard.
A star falls as the winged
Apples glide through the air
And topple onto the leaf-ridden
Ground.
The pink peonies yawn
At our sides and slide
From the earth unharmed.
The world echoes silence,
Silent as a mirror.
From:
Dawnell Harrison
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Last updated February 11, 2013