To See a Cherry Tree
August 4, 2022
The darkness of the night how adorned and bright
The flickering sight of fire’s delight
Above the feathers flown and lo stood the throne
Enthralled by the mist of those left unkissed
The dancers of the night so proud and upright
The blossoms of the throne swaying in the air
The whirling wind moaned to carry these heirs
These crowns of grace their cherry tips of embrace
The petals of the night in such a fond flight
These prancing petals and seeds of tipping-poise
Woven from the bloom-dress fallen to torrid distress
For there in lay the hollow a feather barren swallow
The magic of the night was suppressed by the sight
For there stood a cherry tree of grand ol’ pleasantry
Banished to the realm of a forsaken revelry
The dancers of the night in that low fervid light
For what a nervous sight of nature’s fallen might
To see a cherry tree in such a scorched plight
To see a cherry tree all magic berthed alight
“All things truly wicked start from an innocence.” ― Ernest Hemingway