11th December 2019

Poetry Friday – Apples by Laurie Lee

Apples Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:juice-green of July rain,the black polestar of flowers, the rindmapped with its crimson stain. The russet, crab and cottage redburn to the sun’s hot brass,then drop like sweat from every branchand bubble in the grass. They lie as wanton as they fall,and where they fall and break,the stallion clamps his […]