The Collective: The Ripening Apple
Suspended in the lovely bough
It enchants in a pallid gossamer
The streak of sun gives an effulgent glow
A veil to deem the sun less warmer
Inveigling with a dreamy-saccharine tow
Is the resilience for any hunger
Up, the heaven is more supreme
Below, the gazes fell shorter
But when it ripens in time and vim;
An escalation to fall and crash in slivers
Nevertheless, the ripening should be prim
If down yonder is a patient lover
Succulence it brew and serenity too
For season taught the fair barter
Fair to the nursing land it grew
Is the long haul for the apple pickers
And the righteous one may have a chew
Of the modest bliss it can shower
The unwearied weather and vicissitude, the moderate
Ripens the brightest of red too delicate
poem by Norman Santos
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