Voici la Vie
The land, sharp white-brown
fades to green
and tentative twigs test the air
murmuring; is it ready for leaves?
Are we ready for spring?
A sprout, newly born
ducks its head under a cap seed
first heartbeats humming
gleaming with dew
searching for the sun amongst the weeds.
Earth spins, sprouts grow
spinning themselves a sweater, bark, waiting
waiting ‘til they can fight free of the undergrowth
when their first swirling gust of weather
shivers down their spine
enticing those forever tethered.
Straight-proud, taller always
branches climbing rungs, a tree
still stretching, singing skywards
so close
to the sun
yet a stars-length out of reach.
And finally, and finally
an apple ‘pon the tree
spun in stoplight shades
filled with hopes and dreams…
Come autumn apples leap
floating gently with the leaves
trees waving worried good-byes-
their darlings flown away.
And plop!
one drops
bobbing in the river
all and any life before it
unknown
exciting
free
and ah
voici la vie
an apple tree.
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