© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2011
The SSB Drever and I were walking last evening around the square just a little before sunset. We rounded a corner under a fragrant cloud. I looked up to find us standing under an apple tree in full bloom. Through the blossoms was the waning sun reaching from behind golden clouds. I began to think of the juxtaposition of the metaphors of spring and dusk, seasons, the illusion of time and its passing, and the choices we make all through our lives, whether or not it is a sacrifice of precious days.
Apple Blossoms at April Dusk
Dawn blooms. Cooling dusk.
Petals fall to birth red orbs.
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