Apple​ ​Tree​ ​in​ ​Reds,​ ​Greens—


Apple​ ​Tree​ ​in​ ​Reds,​ ​Greens,​ ​and​ ​Golds

My apple tree

In the backyard

Blooms a red pearl rain,

Flowers a green storm,

Sighs in golden waves.


The wind blows

Its icy breath.

And off flies the wave,

Until the tree is left

Barren and cold.

Shivering silently in the sighing snow.

And it sleeps,

Until the pearls appear


When the butterflies and birds

Will greet it

With sweet and caring chirps

And tweets.

And the perfect pearls

And the limbs

Will bud with green fingernails

And eventually the fruit will come

In reds, greens, and golds.

And the color of its fingernails

Will change to match the fruit.

Then will be clipped

Once again by frigid gusts of wind,

Falling off in reds, greens, and golds

Littering my backyard.


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Zoe is in seventh grade and loves to write poetry and fiction. She first started writing and illustrating in kindergarten; her first story ever is called “Spring Is Here.” She still has it. Zoe started writing poetry after reading Where the Sidewalk Ends. One of her favorite poets is Maya Angelou, the writer of her favorite poem (currently), "Still I Rise." When she is not scribbling down ideas on spare napkins, she can be found up in her room playing her saxophone or at the pool swimming laps.