Apples - On the Road

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
~WB Yeats.

In a way this poem seems lonely.

It touches on my heart at this time of isolation.

I walk each day alone.

I see apples growing.

I see flowers blooming.

I see people, yet we turn to avoid each other.

The eyes are diverted, yet I know that they are there.

I find secret passages,

And my heart is alone in their discoveries.

I smell the roses along the way.

I search for that elusive 4 leaf clover in the grass.

I pluck the small daisy growing wildly here and there.

Dreaming dreams is part of the agenda.

I travel in my mind.

The light shines and I sing.

How are you doing, dear friends?

Are you lonely?