nothing but ripe apples

my garden is on this side of Eden,
to the tree and angels and such
we nod as we go about our daily chores
weeding and mulching and limbing up
the stragglers growing against the fence
I wonder what all the fuss is about,
reading the news.
when we live this side of paradise
and there is nothing but ripe apples
and bittersweet vine
separating us
from each other

3 thoughts on “nothing but ripe apples

    • Hi Gary – for me, I think, its not so much contrast in beliefs but in having an open heart. When we have an open heart, it is easier to see our commonality rather than our differences.
      I enjoy your writing on Twitter and appreciate you dropping by my blog.

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