Snow on Green Apples
by Donald Nelson
Born one spring
near the old orchard,
two fawns and their doe
summered here
until they could cross
the busy road
and roam a nearby woods.
Seasons later now,
they come back sometimes
to eat the fruit
from our unattended trees.
I wish them safe crossing
on the road today. . .
an early winter snow,
on hanging green apples
is worth coming home for.
Poet's Statement: This is a poem written after a photograph of our old orchard in a year when an early snowfall settled on an unattended apple tree that still held its green apples.
Bio: Donald Nelson is a graphic designer of books and periodicals. He studies poetry writing at the Forever Learning Institute in South Bend.
by Donald Nelson
Born one spring
near the old orchard,
two fawns and their doe
summered here
until they could cross
the busy road
and roam a nearby woods.
Seasons later now,
they come back sometimes
to eat the fruit
from our unattended trees.
I wish them safe crossing
on the road today. . .
an early winter snow,
on hanging green apples
is worth coming home for.
Poet's Statement: This is a poem written after a photograph of our old orchard in a year when an early snowfall settled on an unattended apple tree that still held its green apples.
Bio: Donald Nelson is a graphic designer of books and periodicals. He studies poetry writing at the Forever Learning Institute in South Bend.