The Apples We Stored Away

consider the apple
a treasure
brilliant flowers in spring
ranging from pink to white
a light aroma lifts the spirit
of all who pass close by

decorate your chambers
with blossoms
beauty, bounty of life
after the glory of blossoms
come the succulent fruits

consuming the apple
a journey to paradise
in the presence of love

long past the time of ripeness
when the waves of passion subside
the apples we stored away
soften and wrinkle
their warm fragrance lingers
filling our rooms in winter
where we sit long into the night
in simple companionship

 

The Rose Revives

Sorrow comes and goes,

full-blown rose and petals falling,

sadness passes with morning

the dawning of a bud

arriving.

A rose that opens

perfumes and enlightens

the air and the space it habituates,

a joy when it arrives,

reviving.

Even when watered by tears

deep in its heart there is nectar

to gather and treasure,

the returning life of the rose,

surviving.