Apple scented

Her shadow trickles over him
at sunset

and the two merge into one

deeply rooted 

shallowly entwined

shadow being


 Moon hushes Stars

and Winter tosses

 inky black roses

to the sleepers beneath her feet

as they breathe each other in 

and out like windy tides…

Winter watches roots and toes

scratch cold dusts in sandy slumbers

beneath her ink…


his shallow breaths tumble

as leaves tremble and 

two shadows merge

into one apple scented dream…

when spring 

will make the shadows 

of winter 


for the man without a home

who has chosen to nestle 

within the shadow

of a tree.


they dream 

of apple blossoms in



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