Know How Apples Grow

Know How Apples Grow
© Surazeus
2026 01 24

These woods are mine because I am here now, 
declares the wingless angel to the oak, 
then looks for devil dancing in the dark 
whose gold hair glows bright as the morning sun 
because her green eyes know how apples grow 
from stones to serpents with long rainbow wings. 

Concealed in honeysuckle bush of fear, 
the wingless angel watches bullets soar 
beyond the destined point of history 
where singing devil with three thousand eyes 
gives melons to lost strangers on the road 
because she knows the irony of loss. 

Each wood boat floating on the river waves, 
that flows from snow-white mountains to the sea, 
requires our bodies understand how time 
adjusts conceptual progress beyond death 
since all organic creatures dissipate 
to flashing atoms of attentive stars. 

If time is thinner than pages in books 
where stories of romantic partnerships 
record the tragic comedies of love, 
the singing devil might remember how 
her body glows from first kiss of her fate 
when she meets wingless angel by the lake. 

In chasm breaking hearts that lovers bridge 
words congeal frantic feelings into thoughts 
with ardent heaviness of lonely hearts 
so they bend undulating arc of time 
with kiss that folds enormous galaxies 
in tender vows exchanged to bind clear eyes. 

No anger billows at imminent death, 
retrieved through blunt refusal to concede, 
when weeping devil with long curly hair 
decides she will be strong in spite of pain 
by breathing deep celestial energy 
that fuels courage to endure suffering. 

Perfume of fresh-turned Earth intoxicates 
souls of wild children born from seeds of corn 
who bring baskets of vegetables at dawn 
to wingless angel and his devil bride 
who sweetly kiss by the blackberry patch 
while cows discuss philosophy of love. 

When spirit of the sky comes down to Earth 
and fills our bodies with fierce urgency 
to dance and sing beyond the end of time, 
the wingless angel and his devil bride 
call refugees of war to gather safe 
in walls of haven no tyrant can crack.