Snowy with blossoms,
 
the grapefruit orchard shivers
 
as the wind kicks up.

 

 
 
 

Deepening winter—
 
the orchards and vineyards keen
 
for their stolen fruit.

 
 
 

early morning stroll
 
through an old apple orchard—
 
bushels of birdsong

Stripped

 
 
 

In the plum orchard
 
not a single leaf remains
 
after last night’s wind.

Windfalls

 
 
 

last days of autumn—
 
windfalls from a week of storms
 
litter the orchard

Orchard

 
 
 

Overgrown orchard—
 
among the tangled branches
 
a small blackbird hides.

Haze

 
 
 

cherry orchard way—
 
so thick the haze of blossoms
 
the blind man stumbles

Neglected

 
 
 

neglected orchard
 
on the night of the new moon
 
the last plum tree dies

Ripe

 
 
 

ripe with fog
 
plum orchard silent
 
this morning

Bushels

 
 
 

bushels of plums—
 
the joy of abundance
 
from her orchard