David Sorcher's PhotoWorld: Down by the Swing Tree

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Down by the Swing Tree

Apples again! Yes, i do keep coming back to the apples.

In fall our land is ripe with apple trees. Some with good, tasty eaters and others much more bitter and acrid.

Most of the trees on the backside of the land, out past the half dead/half living swing tree (also apple), might be good for some kind of cooking purposes, but they are not exactly edible right off the tree. Even the deer don't seem interested in them so they have laid where they've fallen since autumn, mostly in the shallow waters of our backyard wetlands. I would have expected them to rot away by this point. It is February after all. But the cold of winter's kiss has preserved them, both in and out of the icy marsh waters. I do, however, expect quite the perfume of fragrant fruity decay come the warming days of spring.

Down by the swing tree

down, out and back

amongst the deep thicket

still apples lay in it.

Frozen solid in their place

time-caught cold, Skaði's embrace

by Imbolc's break we're midway now

and eager, rise towards springtime thaw.

Preserved by winter's frosty touch

encased, entombed, still red with blush

til balmy climes find sanction there

releasing ferment's fragrant airs.