The smell of old apples,
On a February.
Three-thirty in the morning,
Un-feathered fog
In the damp hushed stillness
I walk the dog.
That old Apple tree, Next door
Didn't have any apples, Last summer
Maybe this morning
It was reminiscing
Of when it's limbs
Were much younger
-end-
Moses Lee
Apple Tree
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I like this very much...Thanks for posting it!