Sunday, September 21, 2014

Pre-digital childhood

Remembering a pre-digital childhood; the, now, quaint pleasures of Autumn: orchards weighed down with ripe apples........ ripe for robbing, berries and damsons ready for picking. This was one of my first poems, I haven't seen it in a  long time.

   Held Apple High.


There's a place for me
up among the branches
of an ivy-draped lord.

golden treasures mixed
with stars of leaves.

There, inside the old elbow,
with Autumn breezes
close by shoulder,

quiet as an owl
I'd love to be.

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