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Little Red Apples
Not a leaf left on the crabapple tree
instead little red apples hang
like ornaments on a Christmas tree. 
Little red apples that spend
most of the winter covered with snow
waiting for the robins of spring
to fly back for a feast
so little pink flowers can bloom
and become little red apples again.



Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, Missouri. His fiction and poetry have appeared in various publications, including The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Christian Science Monitor, The Chicago Tribune and  Commonweal.  

*Posted by- Pijush Kanti Deb, the owner cum editor of ‘’Poebita Poetry Magazine’’

*Submission Guidelines:1. Any poem below 30 lines except political and erotic can be sent to the editor for consideration

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2 thoughts on “”A POEM FROM DONAL MAHONEY”

  1. I would like to thank the editors of Poebita Poetry Magazine and Poetry Pasta, Pijush Kanti Deb and Valeri Beers, for running this little poem, written from something I observed while sitting in a recliner and watching the crabapple tree across the street on my neighbor’s lawn. She and her husband emigrated from Russia where crabapple trees are revered perhaps more than in the U.S. I just wish they had given the tree a prettier name in English at least. Maybe it’s nicer in Russian and Hindi.

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