Doug “Rabbit” Sutherland, Minister of Reality
APPLE SEASON
November is the end of it–
Though autumn’s gold beguiles–
Another apple season ends,
While one old woman smiles!
For, Evelyn loves apples and
She loves her apple trees,
And, one last time, she struggles through
Her orchard, where she sees
The ancient trees she planted with
Her husband, buried here–
Their lives and deaths still intertwined
As winter days grow near–
And, holding forth their shaky limbs
And offering their gifts,
Her trees seem to enfold her, as
Collective memory drifts
To one November morning, when
They knelt down, on their knees,
And dreamed of apple seasons as
They planted apple trees.
