Apple Spring

what is and what was

The apple features 

rub off crisp air

and head upward,

chin a-quiver

breaking a silence

passing out the babble

like washy spheres at the fair

a smile unfurls by majesty

from sleep a duvet of deceipt

for a crest-fallen woman

breaking down on the flat stair

whirring neutrons of despair

all the while loving

as the moments they're passing

to the other side

of the 'past fence'

The apple features

bitten by fiery frost

and whacked;

the rosy blossom

latent

to the spells and smells of

a forgotten spring