Copyright Ruthie Culver 2010
Ode to my apple trees
I stole you
from the garden I left behind
planted your wobbling fingers
in dustbins.
A narrow yard all shade.
Can you forgive a triple insult
your Majesties?
I forget when to cut you
when not to cut you
let you bend too long
beneath the weight
of your own progeny
before I bind you up
with laddered tights.
In the night
do you unroot
go walking by streams
embracing nymphs
rolling on grassy banks
in your own juices?
I must remember
to eat your children
before the squirrels do.
Ruthie Culver
February Again
On our last Valentine’s Day
you called to thank me for the roses
knowing I would send you flowers
on any day but this.
Radiant
at the party
they announced themselves
from the dresser.
Beside them her limbs echoed
the perfect stems
her lips waiting
for your love to ripen.
Ruthie Culver
Ruthie Culver is currently compiling her first poetry collection.
RUTHIE CULVER
SINGER SONGWRITER POET