Orchards Poem by Christopher Tye

Orchards



Orchards

Old trees resting quietly,
Ripening fruit hanging in dappled shade,
Cherries making their brief annual appearance,
Heavy branches staining under a bumper harvest,
Apples good from July to March,
Russet hues at the end of autumn,
Damsons just right for jams and pies,
Snows giving way to blossoms in spring.

By Christopher Tye

Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit,trees
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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