With Apples

[rmorgan]

Comfort me with apples
I who can only forgive
For whom forgiveness is a serpent
That leads me from the garden

Nourish me with apricots and figs
Fallen from the branches of wisdom
When my eyes are bathed in morning
When my hands cannot pick the tender fruit
And my mouth hungry for feeding

Let me sit beneath you
Hidden in the vale of your shadow
In the green fields of north London
By the great lakes of Michigan

Comfort me and cover me
With the shadow of your shadow
Until I wake in hunger, whereupon
Lay me up the apples of requited love

So round and green
Sweet and comforting to my taste.

[Cate]

I love this, I absolutely love it!

Welcome to the forum and please post another poem for us,

Cate

[imaginary friend]

Poems with metaphorical fruit abound, but yours somehow keeps its freshness, rmorgan

[rmorgan]

Thank You so much, Cate and Imaginary Friend.
With Your welcome and encouragement, I have posted again ....
Richard

[Cate]

Hi Richard and nice to 'meet' you, I was thinking that you were a Morgan before

[rmorgan]

Thanks so much Cate .. yes ... Richard Morgan. Deeply devoted fan!