The Cherry Tree

Irma Cerese

The heat
tells on the trees
Their leaves droop
even as the fruit goes
yellow to orange to red
the sugar rising slowly
All that one can do
is deep`water
the roots

The trees
soak it all up
over`night At dawn
the leaves are perkier
all the fruit is plumpier
the flesh pushing out
against the taut skins
Then the birds
show up

This life is a race between
fecundity and elimination


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Cherry Tree

  1. your poetry is imbued with a refined sense of natural philosophy


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