I feel the weight of diesel oil
Deep in the dark and frozen soil
He comes back with a heavy tread
Where all the summer leaves have bled
Malus domestica in the white
Waiting for the dying light
Cold iron meets the dormant root
Hiding the ghost of summer fruit
He stops the rig beside my bark
A lonely spark within the dark
His boots are worn and caked in gray
He drove a thousand miles today
Malus domestica in the white
Waiting for the dying light
Cold iron meets the dormant root
Hiding the ghost of summer fruit
He touches branches thin and lean
The coldest sight he's ever seen
He speaks in tones of low degree
To a sleeping apple tree
Malus domestica in the white
Waiting for the dying light
Cold iron meets the dormant root
Hiding the ghost of summer fruit
His engine ticks a steady beat
Against the biting winter sleet
He brings the scent of road and pine
Across a jagged frozen line
Sap is frozen in the vein
Counting down the winter rain
Hold the breath until the thaw
Nature follows one hard law
He leans his head against my skin
Where the winter cold creeps in
He finds a peace he cannot name
A steady spark a quiet flame
Malus domestica in the white
Waiting for the dying light
Cold iron meets the dormant root
Hiding the ghost of summer fruit
Diesel fumes and winter air
Leaving only stillness there
