Apple orchard with apples on the ground, Hawke's Bay District, 1920s-30s.jpg

A jubilant summer’s breath whispers
As it dances through my hair,
Entwined and everywhere, a rush
Caresses me from within.
Fields a glaze with dew and song
Apples fall and bound along
Till picked up from wet grass
With a touch, a hold so whole, like
A cool, everlasting
Suspicion turns to face the breeze
Emotions bristle over skin,
A touch from everywhere, so real,
Becomes a dream inside.
The orchard pales to black and white
All I feel is the cold sunlight
Till a breath of air is warm and near
And I fear if I tremble I will fall, so
I hold onto you, a cool everlasting


Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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