Promptly 4, 5 and 6

Apple Blossom

Apple Blossom

My grandmother had an old apple tree,
spreading gnarled branches in shadow
and dark in the foliage of summer.

But the spring blossom gave hope,
with a white and bridal veil in the sun
that cloaked its misshapen fingers.

Yearly the miracle of promise renewed,
settled on that ancient titan of age,
the delicate flowers denying their dark past.

And so to the autumn and ripening,
the wedding splendour now forgotten,
replaced with small, hard and bitter fruit.


Line count: 12
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 29
Prompt: Photo of apple blossom.