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
fall
forgotten
alone.



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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