It’s almost the last Poetry Thursday. :(
Apple
At the center, a dark star
wrapped in white.
When you bit, listen
for the crunch of boots on snow,
snow that has ripened. Over it
stretches the red, starry sky.
–Nan Fry
I simply love the visual imagery this poem evokes. I think it’s an excellent mentor for students who are trying to write with crystal-clear clarity (in their poems).
wow, beautiful, simple, lovely.