Bend down the ripe cherries to me
Bend me the bough
Red dining of cherries
Swift summers ripening
Chin and mouth
Spilling juice
Sweet sucking of stones
Bend to me the cherries
Bend me the bough.
Ripe Cherries – By Paul Holland
December 15, 2012 by gingerfightback
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I liked this. Thanks.
What else can I say?
Thanks Hook – nice and Springy in this winter darkness.
It was a good day for our friend Paul Holland to appear. Lovely.
I agree Michelle – a juicy read if ever there was one.
A tease here in midwinter, Jim…great writing.
Thanks Kate – I agree.
Like it very much, you or him like poetry come over to my poetry site 🙂
http://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/
Cheers Harry – I keep meaning to take a look.
Are you to busy thinking what Oily George is up to that you can’t call over 😆
Makes me long for spring…
Boing Boing
A refreshing, tempting taste of summer on a cold wintry night. 🙂
You got it Holly!
You can be such a surprise, Jim. This is really lovely!
It’s Paul not me who pens these Debra – glad you enjoyed it though.