An old friend
a gardener
a poet
a photographer
a buddhist
who once shared
a ramshackle house with bees
has documented
hundreds of different
kinds of apples in the
New Zealand countryside
from abandoned trees
growing along highways
in farrow fields
away from human care.
The world will go on without us
Wow. This is beautiful and haunting. I love the beautiful image of all the apples growing from abandoned trees–and your final line, “The world will go on without us,” is powerful. Thanks so much for sharing this.
Love this. Beautiful and lingering.