The Appletree

A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.

‘Summer Shower’ by Emily Dickinson

Welcome to the month of June ❤

Apple tree in Brede Park

14 thoughts on “The Appletree

  1. I’ve seen many wonderful photos here today. I’ve read great poetry.
    Than you for everything. I’m away from home on a job, and have very, very, little time to blog, but I’m happy to have visited you today! 🙂

    • Hi Resa. Glad to hear you are busy. I might have something to do with succeeding your projects ❤
      Thanks for your very lovely words! 🙂

  2. ¡Qué bonito poema! Bienvenida al mes de junio igualmente. Feliz fin de semana y disfruta de tus bellos paisajes nórdicos. 🙂

    • Querida Magnoliae. En estos días de verano es bastante maravilloso. Espero que disfruten de los primeros días de verano ❤
      Un fuerte abrazo,

    • Hi Alen. I think I know what you mean. An apple tree that bears luscious apples every year, is a tree to remember with joy. The apple symbolizes so many things just think of The Beatles and Apple, Avalon and Wilhelm Tell 🙂 The list is endless!
      I hope you have immensely fine apple trees in Andalusian.
      All the best,Hanna

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