Ode to an Apple Tree

Ode to an Apple Tree

a seed
more than a century ago
a hundred crops of apples
from your boughs
for island fisher-farmers
living here
now mostly for the deer

your hollowed trunk
hides hunters as a blind
while through your barky shell
your roots infuse

your branches
leaves and buds
with life
that keeps them
birthing apples every year

ancient being
can you teach me how
to pay no mind to
physical decay
and give myself to life
as you do still?