Apple Blossoms Deena Stoddard

The Apple Tree by Wendell Berry

Post Series: Poetry Thursday

This week’s poem is in honor of the apple tree that is currently blossoming here in Vermont. This tree has sustained so many in human history and been sacred to so many cultures. Enjoy!

The Apple Tree

by Wendell Berry
In the essential prose
of things, the apple tree
stands up, emphatic
among the accidents
of the afternoon, solvent,
not to be denied.
The grass has been cut
down, carefully
to leave the orange
poppies still in bloom;
the tree stands up
in the odor of the grass
drying. The forked
trunk and branches are
also a kind of necessary
prose—shingled with leaves,
pigment and song
imposed on the blunt
lineaments of fact, a foliage
of small birds among them.
The tree lifts itself up
in the garden, the
clutter of its green
leaves halving the light,
stating the unalterable
congruity and form
of its casual growth;
the crimson finches appear
and disappear, singing
among the design.

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