Winter Apple

The neighbor's apple tree still has one who is resisting winter as much as we are.

It reminds us of David Whyte's poem, " Winter Apple".

Let the apple ripen 

on the branch

beyond your need 

to take it down.

Let the coolness 

of autumn 

and the breathing, 

blowing wind 

test its adherence 

to endurance, 

let the others fall.

Wait longer 

than you would, 

go against yourself, 

find the pale nobility 

of quiet that ripening 

demands…