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In an Old Apple Orchard

Ted Kooser

Listen

The wind’s an old man
to this orchard; these trees
have been feeling
the soft tug of his gloves
for a hundred years.
Now it’s April again,
and again that old fool
thinks he’s young.
He’s combed the dead leaves
out of his beard; he’s put on
perfume. He’s gone off
late in the day
toward the town, and come back
slow in the morning,
reeling with bees.
As late as noon, if you look
in the long grass,
you can see him
still rolling about in his sleep.

More Kooser.  Nothing fancy or spectacular, but a simple conceit nicely dashed off.

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October 12, 2007 at 2:19 pm Leave a comment


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