While there are many wonderful blackberry poems,  I know only three poems about cherries, all from previous centuries–one by Thomas Campion, one by Robert Herrick, and this one, by D. H. Lawrence, that Larry mentioned as we were eating the exceptionally sweet cherries of this summer:

The Cherry Robbers

Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red
In the hair of an Eastern girl
Shine strings of crimson cherries, as if had bled
Blood-drops beneath each curl.
Continue reading “Cherries”

Low key

The blog will be taking a short break here, with two winter haiku (or really just very short poems).

Winter Haiku

morning hidden in fog:
a gift wrapped
in cool white tissue

torn wrapping paper
piled by the fireplace
the holiday’s over