Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Cherry Tree - by the French Window

 White-pink blossoms
On soft dewy grass
The warm wooden seat
By the glowing fire place

Sour-sweet cherry preserve
On hot baked bread
 Juicy golden apples
With fresh brewed coffee

The long French window
Enveloped with Cherry branches
The bright orange sun bathing
A lush forest brighter

The vintage pocket radio
Playing bygone sweet melodies
The musty smell of old books
With yellow dog-eared pages

My sweet pleasures as a child
Come haunting in my dreams
I wake up to the steely city and
The cacophony of the grey jungle

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