Cherries In December
A few leaves that escaped my rake
are skittering across the yard.
The wind seems to be playing
with them, teasing, a winter bully.
December, the fire a comfort.
Here I sit, watching the leaves and
eating cherries..he brought me cherries.
Somewhere it is summer and fruit
is ripe and dripping with promise.. Who
would have thought it possible? The
world small enough that I can taste
that bounty and pretend I am dancing
under the summer moon..dancing,
a red skirt swirling around my legs..
wiping juice from my chin with
its hem...
Cherries in winter...just imagine.....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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