The snow was blue
for those that knew;
the tree was old,
and yet it grew:
hollow, peeled, 
yet bearing fruit;
nails and boards,
and ropes and roots-
hundreds and hundreds 
of years it’s stood...
the snow was blue,
the apples good

David Mell lives in Eau Claire’s 3rd Ward and works as a CNA and writes poetry when he can. He grew up on the north side, when bears still lived “in town,” and he even saw one once, long ago. Check out his Soundcloud page: Soundcloud.com/mothman-357799627