Wild Apple


[Wrote this in 2000 about a wild apple tree I saw from the train window. The shot is of a cafe roof in Bundanoon, the village near which I live.]

Wild Apple

the way the eye flows with the rhythm
of the many-variegated hills and hollowings
on the landscape’s stretched out skin, sky-
open, breathing light….

yet each stretched and rounded paddock
so full of hidden secrets that not a thousand
thousand years of patient pacing,
all wits alert as landmines,
could know the slow and filigree detail
of this land’s ignored embrace

each chord a cosmos, each tree a singing universe
of nested homes for creatures invisible
to our median eye: see there now,
that spreading tree on Ringwood Road,
core-tossed from some passing car and groaning
under its rejected gifts, all free bounty around us

as we speed away, all grace, green song
and that light that constructs the willing eye
called home


~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on October 30, 2016.

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