No radio, no technology,
No book, no camera.
Just the solitary pleasure
of the apple.
Thankful she still has her own teeth
Her lips pucker in delight of the first sour bite.
How many wonderful stories about apples had she heard?
How many trees grew from just one apple seed?
How many folks would relate to the
simple pleasure of eating an apple
in the dead of winter?
she was blessed with pleasures of the apple.
Her spirit danced with joy.