Red LikeYoung Girls’ Cheeks

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Rosy-red crab apples lay
on the ground in front of us
as we walked in the chilled air
near a forested lake.

Fifty years ago
the same red crab apples
were picked up
by a college student
as she strung them
on a string around her neck.

She knew this was a beginning
of the path she would follow,
a path centering herself to the earth.

This also was a period of darkness
where a string of blackness
would catch her in a trap.

But there were people
like the shepherd mother
of the small dorm where she stayed
who taught her
there were good and trustworthy people:

apples that lay at our feet,
red like young girls’ cheeks
in the chilled fall air.

7 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

7 responses to “Red LikeYoung Girls’ Cheeks

  1. I love this, Ethel. As always, beautiful poetry.

  2. “good and trustworthy people”

    They are among life’s treasures. May we always find them and find ourselves among them too.

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