A Bite from the Apple
Sweet clean darkness
The last drop of night’s
Sweet juicy blackness.
A bite, when the day
Is ripe and full of promise.
Sun creeps slowly in
No surprises, gently announcing
Its coming light and warmth
Clarity and color
Shines light upon the apple.
Hooded figures recede
Fading with as shortening shadows
Withdrawing from light and
Radiant figures, that burst in
To taste and cherish the sweetness of the new day.
Ken Goree
I’m just cherishing the morning and excitement of a new glorious day. When I started this poem I, of course, was planning to take the expected route through the concept of “The fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. “ There is a little of that with the hooded figures and radiant figures, but couldn’t bring myself to disparage early morning darkness.
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