Spring Cherries
These berries come to me in perfect red
The smell of the season, they're Spring cherries.
In sight, I perceive them the sweetest fruit
And in taste too, the most succulent juice.
I sense that around the corner Summer
Resides. Only into the freshest Spring.
The creation of life, only in Spring
The birth of the sun - bright-orange and red -
Prematurely, leads way to our Summer
We wait for it by breed of these cherries
Making the most of this brightly churned juice
With it bestows a tall season of fruit.
The world's most colourful basket of fruit
Shiny reds, greens, browns, yellows is the Spring.
Squeezing every last drop of orange juice
Apples, strawberries, cherries, all in red,
And squeeze the juice out of many cherries.
Breed the finest fruit juice for the Summer.
We have to look forward to the Summer,
For it will soon produce a lot more fruit
That Winter denies us, like theses cherries.
'Look forward to Summer,' tells us the Spring,
'And every other fruit produced in red.'
Pomegranates, watermelons, sweet juice
Of berries. To eat raw or drink by juice
Savouring all flavours of the Summer.
I put on my lipstick - colour in red -
And go to the garden to pick out fruit
I see early signs of figs, budding Spring
And wash out a basket of pure cherries.
Every moment, savouring the cherries
Slowly sucking out all its sweet red juice
Breathing in wisps of the fresh water spring.
Moments of the arriving warm Summer
Savoured. Let me draw this basket of fruit
So I'll remember how it stands in red.
The life of the cherries, glories of red
Sweetening juice, carefully hand-picked fruit
The fresh water spring streams through for Summer.