Today's prompt was ominous. I thought about it as I drove from Sebastopol to Napa on my commute to work. It's a lovely commute, all country roads, one of which is Old Adobe which stretches across the foot of Sonoma Mountain and offers a gorgeous view of green rolling hills. Today the shadows of the clouds in the sky were cast unto the green hills. It was beautiful and troublesome at the same time. I started to think about the fate of the apple industry. About how to the apple farmers of 1920s and 1930s the industry seemed destined to continue to thrive. How one can never see the future that looms.
Pay Heed
Shadows
of clouds passing over green hills
reveal a barn undone by time where cows
linger during rain showers. There was
once
a Gravenstein apple tree that bore more
fruit than any other. Here, on the
ridge.
In the photograph the giant tree fans
out in a screen of leaves big as a house
behind the Arnold family: Minnie,
John, E.W., Meta and Vivian.
Pay heed the future looms in the sky –
spells out in the trees massive shadow
of leaves on the loose dirt below.
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