From Orchard Memiors


Drawn toward the orchard by blissful noon,
Let down from the evening sky, scarlet hewn,
Blaspheming the betrothed of dawn's crisp sight,
Panting for time with the long moonlight.

Careening toward the scent of blossoms shared,
while catching the hint of honeyed pear,
Bearded beadle keeping flock of the row,
Allowing his guest admission for a stow.

Blown down by time's passage of Autumn,
Sprawls a lineage of magnificent column,
of brotherhood and rank primed with ardor,
Now soothed by the katydids and washed with pallor.

Grappling with knowledge of ancient soothsayers,
Resigning and curling the shedding layers.

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