Jane Kenyon: "Apple Dropping Into Deep Early Snow"

A jay settled on a branch, making it sway.
The one shrivelled fruit that remained
gave way to the deepening drift below.
I happened to see it the moment it fell.

Dusk is eager and comes early. A car
creeps over the hill. Still in the dark I try
to tell if I am numbered with the damned,
who cry, outraged, Lord, when did we see you?

"Apple Dropping Into Deep Early Snow" by Jane Kenyon, from American Poetry Review (online edition, March/April 1985).

Art credit: "Apple in the Snow," photograph by Roger Lynn.