APPLE TALES
Sing ye song to morning dew
Come watch as wind dances too
Mountains which clouds sit upon
Reverent do these stalwarts don
Their garb of ages yet to view
And men to auger history anew
For never was the blood of life
A thing scorned to give us strife
Let there be breath to twitter in
Pulses good and joyful spin
Where harmony her courses serve
Sumptuous feasts of garden curve
Yet he that could not speak a word
Received to wit such crafty sword
Rose to fathom a gift of deceit
Prompted by an envious conceit
His own unscrupulous ploy to add
Oh sorrow sorrow within, now had.
APPLE TALES © gillena cox 2016
❧✿❧
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #67, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
Will Link to
The Tuesday Platform
❧✿❧
