It was summertime and the day was turning red,
The freesia hours had gone past in loveliness;
And upon a limb sat a black crow with a cherry,
For 'twas suppertime and a banquet was spread!
A starlight dinner rather than dancing candles,
And skies went from crimson to ruby to garnet.
Porcelain moonlight gleamed on silken feathers,
And black roses flung dusky scents with abandon.
The red ember sun glowed fiercely horizontally,
Still highlighting the beauty of my cherry tree!
And to think such wonders are often passed by without notice. Thank you for noticing and capturing so wonderfully!
Lovely Evelyn. It's so nice to see your color galore stealing time bound by by natural laws yet reflecting cherry blossom. Really refreshing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant poetic imagery you bring on the shared image. Fantastic piece