Wild orchard I’ve tasted your soft sinew.
It’s sweeter than ever—remembered.
I’ve held you root-fast; in my own autumn to’
My heart it felt somewhat—dismembered?
But still; ubiquitous on that grassy-knoll.
Where; mistletoes kisses continually stow.
On an old bough; relinquishing up soul...
Evergreen may these fruits mean more than John Doe?
Here where my spinning coinage is tossed up
Sparkling into the wishing wells watery grasp.
Do I bite the apple behold the loving cup?
Discover a wish without the poison asp.
Such harvests we’ve seasoned only to forget.
Kiss me autumn play another string quartet.
Comments
spartarcad | October 14, 2011 - 13:28
Hey lines 9-10 are delightful simply beautiful, I am using them in a forum debate I intend to generate, hope you do not mind!
peter.
Mark Heathcote | October 17, 2011 - 23:19
Not at all once I've written something it's simply forgotten. :)