Trees that harbour winter cherries
Are like summer bushes ripe with berries.
They offer up promise and life.
Against the glowing yolk of a New Year sunset
They stand glorious , whispering their magic yield.
Trees contain secrets that will never be told ,
their majesty is there to behold , yet
folk just walk on by .
As I stand to drink its magic , the sun sets behind ,
its glare forgotten in the winter times . I can
behold the sun in all its glory .
My feet crunch the twiggy ground and I feel
small in this galaxy surround.
Cheeks bright with icy glow.
I yearn for solace in her cosmic force ,
to escape life’s disappointments.
Winter Cherries , they never cease to surprise –
my newly awakened eyes.
flossyfeet 