“Orchards of the Sky,” Friend, Feb. 1982, inside front cover
Orchards of the Sky
I never saw
The stars so bright
As these above
This mountain height.
They gleam so close
Within my reach.
I can almost pick them
Like a peach
Or a silver pear
That hangs nearby
In dusky orchards
Of the sky.
They shimmer against
The twilight blue …
Which one shall
I pick for you?