That Hawthorn

Written by: James Peranteau

Mine fairy love
floats with crystalline wings
‘bout her lovely tree

In the early summer, her peek
flutters ‘bout
causing burst of mine declaration;
I’m in love !

Throughout the white clusters
mine fairy hears mine shout

And when, “All fruits fail”,
mine fairy 
with her gift,
that red fruit
in September…
fluttering about,
with her,
crystalline wings;

She too shouts