Whispers

Whispers

by Michelle Wilder

From ancient trees
Apple blossoms fall

(This is almost the first story I ever wrote. It's the apple seed from which many grew.
Betcha ya can't guess where I was when I wrote it!
I found it in an old folder, mislabeled. Posted once, long ago, and not revised, so it's rough. Sorry. I have split it into smaller bites, though.)