Winter has returned,
my friend, the apple tree
is still standing introspective
He hampers my step
as he always does -
this is his invitation to me to linger
But today I am denied
To stop completely by his side
To feel him, to grow roots
Snow covers the path,
the fruit, muddy and hidden,
are once again in great demand
He directs my gaze
into the bushes, a blackbird pecks
She shrinks back shyly from me
'Honor my guests and leave',
asks my friend, the apple tree -
and I continue slowly walking my path