In the bosom of this Blossom

I can hear children laughing

I can see dogs running and jumping

I can smell the soil after a week long rain

I can feel the spongy ground of the Ozark's under my feet

I imagine this blossom wilting into an apricot

I smell the sweetness of the ripe fruit

Followed by the next juicy bite dripping down my chin.

Mechel Gallaway

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Photo by: Mechel Gallaway

An Apricot Blossom from an OLD TREE in the Ozark's.