Apple orchard in Hollis, N.H.
“Pruning the apple tree I scatter
Its suckers and twigs across wet snow.
March wind honeycombs the drifts,
and when my work is done I stand
in an attic window close
to spume of driven clouds.’’
-- From “A Season’s Edge,’’ by T. Alan Broughton (1936-2013), a Vermont poet and pianist.
