Bowl Full of Cherries
To share sweet fruit for moments of your song,
collection of verse like ripened cherries
to stain your fingers like other berries
with different ends, all sweet, not one is wrong.
A man and wife huddle around a bowl
of dark red Cherries from a local farm
some Pink Perfection gathered for their charm
these April blossoms for the summer soul.
A time when husband and wife will both smile
each Cherry broken to expose the pit
to stain their lips with sweetness once taboo.
The pits have started making quite a pile
as pair of hands grab more from where they sit
as if their fruit was harvested for two.
A Maraschino in our adult drink
or Tibetan Cherry for mindfullness
these Sargent Cherries for our idleness
to Humble Brush Cherries we wash in sink.
From dark rippled wood of the Cherry Tree
once used to carve an ornamental life
where Stone Fruit finds its sweetness in its strife
these brilliant colored blossoms memory.
Where birds will find the pits from Wild Cherry
and share their find with others from this yard
a second harvest after Aprils catch.
To sit and stretch under the Cherry Tree,
a time when life will not take us off guard,
a drupe in corymbs piled into a batch.
III. A Corymb of Cherries
Henry the Eighth had fondness for this fruit,
a fruit originally from Turkey
though history maybe somewhat murky,
one taste was all it took to take its root.
They trucked the first American Cherries
To when a “New York” was “New Netherlands”
enjoyed in Brooklyn by different hands
who picked as much as straw basket carries.
Imagine Dutch shaking without a fear
where through the sour berries some are sweet,
the sour ones collected for kitchen.
To wait for new trees to produce all year.
A smell of Cherry Pie at door to greet,
a bowl of Cherries for new religion.