Dodoitsu about apple blossoms for Writer's Cramp. |
| Apple blossoms, future pie & cider chilled, & sweet crunch; appropriately pale shade - cherry lemonade. Red fruit lay brimming, ready inside wombs of tree daughters grown only to be eaten by those born of Eve. Petals lay on grassy bed seduced by bees and breezes; blanketed soft afternoons slip into evenings. |