In Memory of Trees
My apple tree at home was the best tree in the neighborhood. The apples were firm and crispy tart.
I loved that tree. Full and red with apples. Full and pink with blossoms.
You must go look. The leaves are getting quietly sere. Thinner, now, and we can see the grass on the hill over there where the linden trees are, across the way. full and dark limbed with white snow, Icicles! Frosty windows! Ditches and leaves and mica studded sand.
I loved that tree. Full and red with apples. Full and pink with blossoms.
You must go look. The leaves are getting quietly sere. Thinner, now, and we can see the grass on the hill over there where the linden trees are, across the way. full and dark limbed with white snow, Icicles! Frosty windows! Ditches and leaves and mica studded sand.
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