Saturday, January 23, 2016

A Poem by Joyce Joslin Lorenson

Black Apples

Far away on a small, rock faced island
apple trees bloom
sheltered from sea spray
every leaf leaning
listening for the voice
that mingled with
the call of gulls
and faded.

On a small island
where snow buries the sea
apples black with winter
on cold shivering trees
can no longer wait

Joyce Joslin Lorenson lives in Rhode Island, USA, grew up on a dairy farm, and records the daily happenings in nature around her rural home.  She has been published in several print and electronic journals.

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