In the Season of Pink Ladies
By Sayuri Ayers
After Honeycrisp and Winesap have fallen,
another season begins. The orchard glistens
adorned in rose-gold fruit. Branches creak,
music of surrender.
On tiptoe my son shakes gnarled limbs
bringing a shower of blushing apples.
He gifts me the pretty one laced
with wormholes. He runs ahead,
slipping from me. As his shadow lengthens,
another season begins. The orchard glistens.
My son crushes fruit underfoot, their splitting,
music of surrender.
Copyright Credit: Sayuri Ayers, "In the Season of Pink Ladies" from Cordella Magazine, Issue Twelve, 2018-2019. Copyright © 2018 by Sayuri Ayers. Reprinted by permission of Sayuri Ayers.
Source: Cordella Magazine, Issue Twelve, 2018-2019 (Cordella Magazine, 2018)