Wednesday, December 7, 2005

An Apple In December
It's seven degrees outside today.
This afternoon I reached into
My lunch box, and grabbed an apple.
It's a small, sweet apple,
A Jonathan, I think.
One bite and it's cool, and juicy,
And tastes divine, even now,
In December, and I can't
Help but wonder,
How long ago the sun warmed
Its skin, or rain dripped down
Its sides, that it spent the summer growing
In some far orchard, just waiting
For the day it became
My afternoon snack.

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