Apples in the Orchard


My Love, the apples are almost ripe now, and you and I can reach again

pulling down the choicest ones, as I watch your face – framed

by the leaves, softly moving in the wind.


With the smell of the trees filling us, I move closer

seeing you turn to me, your smile

as my lips gently land

on your cheek.


As you whisper to me, “Sweetheart…..”


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

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