Craving a reprieve from the monotony of work

I escape to the same paved path

My feet have memorized the journey

My heart could guide me with my eyes shut

Each day I pass my favorite apple tree

Younger than its courtyard counterparts

Bold and beautiful just the same

Last year

She was not content with blooming once

Defying all odds

She fruited again during the death of autumn

As her leaves fell her apples grew green

They remained rotting on the branch

After winter snow had arrived

I was mesmerized

Perplexed by this perseverance

She robbed herself the chance of wintering

In favor of reminding the world

That even in the most ordinary there can be

Magic