Apple tree

I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred children 
The children plump and firm within her arms,
But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
Cut them, sliced them, bit them, baked them, boiled them –
Alas, alas, a widow frail and naked
Stood by my window in the heavy snow
Imagining, under the white snow, she was a bride again.
In time, she sighed, in time.

From In the Land of the Giants. 

• thinking of some questions you would like to ask the apple tree. Then why not be the tree and answer the questions in role.