NaPoWriMo 5 – Apple tree

I’m just waiting now for blossom –

keeping an eye out: plump buds

pink as baby fists, just waiting

to unfurl. They’re there – 

I’ve seen them.

I’m just hoping there’s no frost –

late frost’s a killer,

but it’s too late now to stop – 

spring’s snowballing

too fast now. The hedge

is spangled – blackthorn flowers:

lighter than hawthorn,

floating round those

vicious spikes. Talking of which,

the hawthorn’s wicked green,

biding its time; 

the bird cherry’s over –

but it’s the apple tree

I hover over, greedy for blossom,

envying the bee.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s