Written for: The Sunday Muse #25
The perfect apple
from ice storms,
and wicked winds
of winter. Two
artists, fans of
the perfect apple
in a snow globe
made of branches
It glowed in winter
its rosy color
in tact until
spring edged winter
out of the season.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Apple in a Snow Globe … I love it and the message Spring just might be on the way out here in Central Oregon.
It will come around. Thanks, Helen!
Oh Sara this is wonderful! You have captured the image in such a beautiful way my friend!