Apples: A Baker’s Dozen
three apple blossoms
fragrant as a baby’s breath—
such milky sweetness
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To trade your language
for sounds that have no substance—
babbling to apples!
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dense with leaves and fruit—
apple orchard shuddering
as the pickers come
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seven apple trees
their limbs burdened and groaning
with ripe crimson fruit
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in apple harvest
agile pickers in the trees
plucking crimson fruit
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trees laden with fruit
the apples plummet earthward—
lashing autumn winds
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fall’s apple madness—
Courtland, Macintosh and York
gracing my table
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reading apple peels
by flickering candlelight—
ancient malic runes
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gifts from the orchards—
crisp apples and tender plums
placed in a blue bowl
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Why is it singing,
the apple crisp and golden,
to the rising moon?
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In the photograph
three apple trees are blooming,
never bearing fruit.
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a bright confusion—
gear engages gear, grinding
apples into wine
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Near the apple tree
nine druids gather at dusk—
poteen stains their breath.
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on March 16, 2014, in 5-7-5, The Sunday Whirl and tagged apple. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
Wonderful series of haiku for PCFP ~ delightful ‘ring’ to all of them ~ xxx ~ artmusedog and carol
Apples surely are magical little things..they certainly seem to have sparked your creative juices 😉
An apple sauce delight! Lovely apples from every side!
“In the photograph
three apple trees are blooming,
never bearing fruit.”
this frieze made me smile(◕‿◕｡)
have a nice Sunday
much love…
Love “reading apple peels” Lovely collection as always, mmt.
Pamela
As a Reformed Druid, I just love that last one.
I must agree I have spoken words of encouragement to fruit on trees rather than to the trees themselves. Photos are often sad where that moment in time is frozen. Great set of haiku.
Used to live on an old farm property. We had eight apple trees in the backyard and each year we would choose a Saturday, borrow a wooden apple press and pick apples to press into cider. You brought back bright and satisfying memories…thank you,
Elizabeth
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i feel like Eve, taking a bite from every crisp apple haiku!
From the kitchen, a bowl of apples call my name.
Oh the tease! My current doc diet forbids apples! For years my fave fruit, still your verse is pretty! x
Forbidden apples? It almost sounds biblical! 😉
On Mon, Mar 17, 2014 at 12:20 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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Brilliant x 13!
I’m glad they shine for you! 😉
On Mon, Mar 17, 2014 at 3:18 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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I love there! The malic runes, the milky smelling blossoms, the blue bowl… Oh it’s lovely.
Thank you for loving them!
On Mon, Mar 17, 2014 at 6:46 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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Wonderful haiku string! Crunch, crunch. Crisp apples. What’s not to love in these?