I came

upon

an apple tree

trunk

gnarled

with life,

branches

quietly

labouring

the sweetness

of Summer’s

brief

love affair.

Rooted deep,

it

just

stood

there

reaching

for

the sun

in quiet

faith.

And I paused there

a while

in reverent wonder

at

all

this

abundance,

formed

at rest.

— The apple tree.

© Liezel Graham 2018.