One evening in winter
when nothing has been enough,
when the days are too short,
the nights too long
and cheerless, the secret
and docile buds of the apple
blossoms begin their quick
ascent to light. Night
after interminable night
the sugars pucker and swell
into green slips, green
silks. And just as you find
yourself at the end
of winter’s long, cold
rope, the blossoms open
like pink thimbles
and that black dollop
of shine called
bumblebee stumbles in.
I know, technically this is the first day of spring, and though the sun peeks out periodically, the temperature still has the chill of winter in it. So even if I am premature, I go looking for poems celebrating the arrival of spring and find this gem. One evening in winter / when nothing has been enough – sometimes in late winter, this is how it feels, cheerless as she tells us. And yet, one of those evenings, the secret / and docile buds of the apple // blossoms begin their quick / ascent to the light. What a gorgeous image of these unseen buds as they rise inexorably toward the sun’s light.
During these seemingly endless nights, the sugars pucker and swell / into green slips, green / silks. Can’t you just picture these viridescent jewels unfolding? She captures that sense of weariness, of wanting the season to change, of being at the end / of winter’s long, cold /rope. But just then, she rewards us with the promise that the blossoms will open like pink thimbles, tiny delicate flowering cups. And as if that were not enough, that black dollop / of shine called / bumblebee stumbles in. Sigh of contentment. Can’t you just imagine this, even if it’s not happening yet where you are – but it will, a poet told me so.
22 thoughts on “Apple Blossoms by Susan Kelly-DeWitt”
Thank you for this warm and nourishing space, that always welcome me…
You are always welcome here Kathryn, thank you xoxo
Love this poem! The images, the feelings – that wonderful line “winter’s long, cold / rope”. And your apt comment, “Can’t you just imagine this, even if it’s not happening yet where you are – but it will, a poet told me so.” Yes, a sigh of contentment indeed. Thanks, Jan!
Yes, I really felt ‘winter’s long, cold rope’, captured the feeling so well. thank you Mary Lou xoxo
Yes, and we do need it at this end of the rope 🙂 thanks Kathryn
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Jan, I do appreciate your humor!😁
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Perfect Jan. 😉
thanks Kate, we’re a long way from apple blossoms yet but it’s coming! xoxo
A delightfully beautiful – and hopeful poem Many thanks Jan 🐝🌸
What perfect icons Lisa and yes, so hopeful and delightful. thank you xoxo
That is beautiful. And perfect for today. Thank you for your weekly uplifts. I look forward to them always..
Thank you Sara. I’m uplifted by your response 🙂
Glad it resonated with you Karen!
I love the imagery in her poem. I’ve been seeing the buds on the trees in my back yard starting to increase in size. I was quite amazed when I discovered that the buds are created in the fall – all ready to burst open once the weather is suitable.
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Once the weather is suitable is the key Margaret 🙂 but for sure it is coming! xoxo
A beautiful promise in the long nights of winter that blossoms will open again as they always do in spring. The leaves are changing colour here in Argentina. Fall is in the air.
And spring is in the air up here 🙂
Such a beautiful poem, the words so rich and evocative. For the first time this summer, Fall is in the air in Argentina. Time to come home.
Glad you are coming home dear friend. Want to hear all about your adventures. xoxoxo