Orchard Mowing

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The rain eases long enough
to allow blades of grass to stand back up
expectant, refreshed
yet unsuspecting,
primed for the mower’s cutting swath.

Clusters of pink tinged blossoms
sway in response to my mower’s pass,
apple buds bulge on ancient branches
in promise of fruit
stroked by the honeybees’ tickling legs.

Bowing low beneath the swollen blooms,
caught by snagging branches
that shower from hidden raindrop reservoirs
held in the clasp of blushing petal cups,
my face anointed in perfumed apple tears.

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3 thoughts on “Orchard Mowing

  1. There is nothing so beautiful as seeing new life emerging – from the human womb or from the hand of the Master Gardner.

    Loved the imagery of ‘honeybees’ tickling legs.’ Will never see a honeybee again without recalling that fanciful image.

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