A Crow With A Cherry
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!
Sunday, February 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,sunset,red,fruit,full moon,stars,beauty