What I Learned About Apples

 

What I Learned About Apples

Written from a school grade point of view, although I didn't know this in 5th grade.

The crisp winter apple this crisp winter day.

Holds in its core an apple array 

Of traits and tastes, of tints and shapes 

Which the apple in my palm does not itself display. 

Each potential apple, each seed deep in its core,

Holds different heritage in its DNA store. 

The world in its multiplicity can make apples galore

Of reds, greens, and yellows I really adore.

The flavors can vary from bitter to sweet

And each seed has a path it is destined to beat.

 

Not like its core-mates, not like its parent,

What the seed will become is not all that transparent.

The apple of knowledge, the apple of history,

It's hard to trace its genealogical mystery.

As I ruminate and munch, and savor the flavor,

for lunches and snacks, this fruit's just a life-saver.

Marsha