I love how all the apples linger on
the branches
of the apple trees all winter long.
Freezing and thawing, freezing again so that
the Robins, and the Cedar Waxwings
arrive in clusters in the midst of snowstorms
sinking their beaks
deep into the softened fruit.
Now, just imagine their happiness.
Now, just imagine their happiness.
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