Best Cherry Tree Poems
Sidney sloth was so very very shy
He’d hide in the treetops way up high
Hanging upside down so no one could see
He’d painted his toes red like a ripe cherry
Sidney hid in the tree so silently
High in the branches where no one could see
But soon Sidney discovered a major snag
Ripe cherries were being picked and put in a bag
The cherry picker pulled at one of Sidney’s toes
Sidney was no longer in a state of sweet repose!
Wanting to maintain his privacy
Sidney climbed to the top of the tree
Soon autumn came and the leaves she did thieve
Forcing poor Sidney to hurriedly leave
Sidney sought sanctuary in a local zoo
Now he can’t be seen by me or you!
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She held my hand, beneath a tree
Leaning forward, a kiss so sweet
The taste of her, like Cherry Coke
Sunlit beauty a gorgeous smile
Beneath a tree a kiss so sweet
I pulled her near, wanting her close
Pretty brown eyes, looked into mine
As time stood still, my heart quickened
Gentle breezes lifted her dress
A kiss so sweet, like Cherry Coke
Some memories, will never fade
Me just a boy, she was sixteen
A lovely part of yesterday
I lose myself there for a while
A gorgeous smile, she held my hand
A modified Eileenesque Poem.
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5-7-5
delicate, pale plume
weeping branches bow to earth
winter's eulogy
Pregnant buds on a barren tree
Explode
Into a pale pink cloud
The delicate scent whispers in the
Chill spring air
And then
Pinpricks of green
Amongst the rosy blossoms
Bright, vibrant,
The electric colour of
Rebirth, new life
Look below,
Littered on the ground
Like a bridal procession
Recently triumphed past
A collage of discarded petals
As they plummet they are
Quickly replaced with
The more resilient leaves
Of Spring’s awakening.
This moment, so perfect
When all converge in one
And she wears her
Many faceted cloak.
Resplendent, luxurious
Is there anything more
Sublime
Than a cherry tree
In April?
pink spiral stitches
macramed umbrella gilds
shrine to fertile spring
Peering through plate glass at a puzzling view,
In the midst of my coffee’s morning ritual brew.
Staring with amazement—I’m wonderfully struck,
By Cherry Tree blossoms, overnight run amuck!
By nature’s own standard, cruel joke she now plays,
Million blossoms wide open, this February day.
Our sad juvenile sapling, knows not what it feels,
Sprouting vivid Pink colors, in a show it now steals.
From those all around laying dormant in state,
Waiting to blossom, their own petals awake.
And by then poor young cherry will have muted her splash,
Replaced by green leaves, summer storms will soon thrash.
But alas all this splendor making warm visual sense,
In the time it took java, to heat and dispense.
Tomorrow once more, I’ll observe through plate glass,
Wonders that await, beyond Winter’s Rye Grass.
© Michael Wegman, 2018
retirement
the mountain cherry
still in bloom
Published Cattails --January, 2016
I feel the warmth of early morning sun.
The blackbird, singing in the cherry tree
Entrances all with matins just begun –
Ethereal plainchant, plangent melody.
The snow-white blossom hides a darkling bird
From eyes that would discern this source of joy.
Though nothing’s seen, his heartfelt song is heard,
His mate to charm; his rivals to annoy.
Charmer of worms, I see your yellow beak
Now opening to disgorge divine enchantment
To humans, who the charms of Nature seek,
In troubled times, for solace and contentment.
Your pastoral serenade surrounds me all day long;
The sun is sinking fast, and so, to evensong.
I recline with my cherry tree musings…
a fount of blossoms rise
and curve up from the ground
up into a heaven-and-cloud scene
to spread in splendor a festoon of blooms
like cumulus-puffs plucked from above
placed in tufts to fluff graceful branches
plush with clusters the pink of an ingenue’s
blush captured within her maiden buds
before she even knew how to bloom
born of Nature’s wealth
she is rich with frilly flourish
steeped in scent of morning dew —mist and moss
heaped with pollen-gold pursed within
petal-pouches 'til unfurled like hooped petticoats
each bloom thriving with a thrill yet only for the span
of a brief fantasy conjured by the cosmos
she wears the fuchsia mantle of a romance regent
a spring queen amongst peasant green
but her reign not designed to last beyond
the swoon of April's rouged moon
..and I the lowly grateful grass beneath her class
am charmed and soothed
by the aestheticism of her coral confetti rain
as her flowers relinquish control
reaching into their shared soul
realizing it’s time to let go… falling
oh f a l l i n g from heights of her feminine fame—
a shower of rosy carnival streamers
—the curtain call of a nirvana-drama-diva
..and I the lowly grateful grass beneath her shade
am humbled by the melancholy of her fading beauty
but cheered to wear her eye catching mantle
and bear her vanilla scented love letters to the earth
transforming me
from the peasantry of chlorophyll unfulfilled
transforming me
from the mundane to the ordained
for in this moment as you gaze upon me
these staid blades of gravestone grass —even I
am e n c h a n t i n g as the last petal falls
Cherry Blossoms
Pink
With smiles, Of innocence.
flutter,
and flutter,
waltzing,
with the breeze,
as if ?
Dancing on a slack line,
without Mercy,
Trying desperately….
not to sneeze.
And fall….. too soon,
Falling, falling, zigzagging,
Into the arms of spring.
And as fate decrees,
at Last surrendering…..
To,
Newtons Third law.
All Quiet on the Western Front.
Just a lonely cherry tree
all alone in the garden
until a gentle robin
comes for a visit,
now the two of them
to keep each other
company.
Written 5-26-11
so the chaffinch comes
to sing so sweetly loud on
blooming cherry tree
snowfall overnight
spring blossom arrives ?
Cherry tree blossoms
The branches brushing my face
As I mourn his death
I mourn his passing
And I never said goodbye
Now I whisper it
I know he can’t hear
He is shut deep in the ground
So close, yet so far
He asked to be here
Under his weeping cherry
The place we first met
I feel like a dream
Time is passing without me
I am done living
Someday I’ll go back
But for now I mourn for him
With the cherry tree
Note-this is actually haiku
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