next summers apples

Its winter, alls quite,
the apple seeds are
being quitely nurtured,
deep inside,
touched by the coolness,
I see a mist from my window,
but a sweet soft whisper
says, look again,
you will see the apples
there just waiting,
for the coming summer,
then you will see the ripest fruits
of the Spirit, being watered and nurtured
so when you look out your window,
there you will see next summers apples.

Vicki Thornton June 2009