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Thursday, December 01, 2011


crisp wind
the taste of the apple
just after picking

First published in Tempslibre, where it is translated into French:

vent piquant
le gout de la pomme
juste cueillie


Blogger Magyar said...

__Nothing better than that first bite. So well said here, Bill!

8:29 AM  
Blogger Ramesh Sood said...

This is so good...I can taste it.. in fact just now had an apple but it was very cold..crisp..yes..Thanks Jim..

10:04 AM  
Blogger Adelaide said...

They always taste better when just picked.

apple orchard
one hand for picking
one for eating


8:37 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

As a city boy, I don't get to pick many apples, so I appreciate the opportunity when it arises.

Thanks for the ku, Adelaide.

9:37 PM  
Anonymous Monika said...

Yes, I like this one ! Good in french, but even better in english !

8:01 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

perfect juxtaposition!

12:25 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Monika and Juliet.

2:04 PM  
Blogger Warren said...

This one is special, Bill - Terrific poem and juxt. You are a special poet, come to think of it.


12:25 PM  

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