Soft petals in the wind doth blow,
a dance of beauty a dance of woe.
Delicate scents so sweet and fair,
a cherry blossom beyond compare.
Yet each petal falls to the ground,
a sharp reminder that life is unsound.
For even a blossom that is so grand
is subject to time's unyielding hand.
Fleeting and fragile, like the final breaths,
life ebbs and flows until its eventual death.
Beauty may shine but it cannot last,
a reminder that time cannot be surpassed.
So let us cherish each moment we find,
for life is a journey, not an endless grind.
Like the cherry blossom we must learn to let go
and embrace the finalities that make life so.
For it is only in this vulnerability we see,
the elegance and wonder of life's mysteries.
And though it may fade, like a Cherry blossom's bloom,
the memories we make will endure
like the sweetest perfume.
bing cherry-ness
cheery flavor over ice
prismatic sip
I made a plan to plant cherry tomato plants
in hanging baskets on my balcony
to keep them away from those pesky squirrels,
it worked, except I have been waiting all summer
for at least one tiny tomato to ripen . . .
then, suddenly, the branches are dripping in red.
I write my ‘i’s differently now
—your letters etched themselves into my blood
I eat everything with chili
that burning sting is close enough to your kiss
I abandoned the blade. You’d be proud—
though only because we meet
every night, dream or not
Why do you haunt me, why?
but still, I tail
behind your cherry mirage
Lost
in this desert, I crawl
beneath a sun that brands skin
your smiling eyes lurk in the harsh glare—
ghost-lit nightstand in my tonic gin
billowing gray of exhaled nicotine
cobwebbed corner in that one drawer
only you and I know exist
A city will swallow you whole
the suburbs will chew on you for a bit
our world's gone off its bloody blue axis.
We were born to thrive and not just exists
given mustard seed souls to nurture into bloom...
there are those that live to poke and twist
silk from the soul of the cherry wood loom.
Head for the evergreens for just a bit
take in a teaspoon of sapphire breaths.
sashay up a mountain- nanny by your side
thinning air sweetened by a robin's egg sky.
Blessed guardian in the shadow of the tree line...
Take a crystal dip in a cool blue orchid shaped Jewell
sleeping between the whisper of the alpine.
Return, with earthen spirits woven into the chest
to face the fiery darts of man's greasy restlessness
Hold onto the many, cherry wood blessings
hold tight for as long as you possibly can.
Early Summer Haiku Edited
ripening cherries
hanging on trees in daylight~
bats feasting at night;
at morning sunshine
wastage and garbage on ground~
harvest hopes shattered.
Under the cherry blossoms, we stand,
Your hand in mine, soft as the sand.
The world is loud, yet here it’s still,
Our hearts in tune, our spirits thrill.
We giggle softly, sharing a look,
Like secret pages in a book.
Your laugh, a melody so sweet,
It makes my heart skip every beat.
The way you smile, the way time flies,
I see soft skies in your eyes.
They hold a world so calm and bright,
Like stars that sparkle through the night.
With every step, the world feels bright,
Like stars that twinkle through the night.
We’ll write our story, me and you,
Beneath a sky that’s always blue.
My baby made me cherry pie
And damn it tastes so fine
You can eat some cherry pie
"Just don't eat Mine"
She put cherries on the top
She put cherries in the middle
And a crust she made with almond chips
That she toasted on the griddle
I love my baby's cherry pie
I can eat it morning, day, and night
And if you see my baby's cherry pie
"Please Don't take a Bite"
Because it's all mine that cherry pie
That my baby made for me
And I won't care, if I don't share
-or
"If you Dis-agree"
Sex on the beach time
*
Served up in the noonday sun
*
More than just a drink
*
Cherries stain her fingers bright,
Deep and dark as midnight wine.
She pops them slow between her lips,
Her smile lazy, soft, divine.
The window's cracked to summer air,
The city sighing, fast asleep.
She smokes and laughs, her lashes low,
Her secrets folded warm and deep.
The cigarette burns slow and thin,
Forgotten in her careless hand;
I lean to kiss the cherry taste
And feel her breathing where I stand.
Her teeth are gentle on my skin,
Her lips a quiet, glowing spark;
She bites, she soothes, she bites again—
The night is soft, the hour dark.
The clock has stilled, the world is far,
Just cherry pits and curling smoke.
The moon is pale against the glass,
And every kiss a promise spoke.
We stay until the sky turns gray,
Our shoulders bare, our feet entwined,
And every cherry, every kiss,
Is sweet and slow and wholly mine.
grandma’s favorite recipe
warm tart cherry pie
dessert straight from the oven
ice cream if you please
A slice of cheese too
Marvelous
Dish
Sweet Taste
Cherries, like little fruit bombs
Add a splash of color and fragrance
To my cool clear glass of water
My taste buds anticipate the
Sweet bath they will soon take
Early Summer Hiku 23
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cherry haiku
sweet fleshy cherries
enjoyed fresh and in desserts~
crown of birthday cakes.
Tiny lanterns hang,
bursting like summer’s first kiss—
shadows stain the tongue.
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