In these frigid days of March, we are experiencing a winter backlash. This is the perfect time to warm up with a poem Sheryl published in the Winter 2017 issue of Carolina Woman. “Apples in Winter” also won an honorable mention in their 2016 writing contest!
Apples in Winter
Baking cinnamon smells
Like heaven come down to melt
An icy earth and remind us that
Soon, very soon budding nubs
On bare branches will bloom in a bride’s veil,
Snowy petals like those falling fast
And fat this January morning.
I lean back in the window seat, invite my mind’s
Eye to vision flowers into fruit; an orchard’s hill
In April, lacey pink-white tendrils shifting
This way then that in the windless breeze.
Meanwhile the pantry offers cider-scented storage.
Goldens, Galas, Pippins, and Red-Delish; some Braeburns
From up the road in Virginia. I take one of each, peel
Core and slice into a cast iron skillet, caramelize
In butter and brown sugar; crumble Amish
Oatmeal crust on top, bake at four hundred
Until all is crisp hot apple-scented
Welcome against the cold.
Photo courtesy of Jessica Marx for the New York Times.
By webmistress Cullen Cornett for http://www.sherylcornett.com