CHERRY TREE
In winter, you may look at Cherry Tree
And think perhaps it’s dead,
On freezing morning, there’s no sign,
No leaf, no life therein.
Imagine the surprise to find,
When frosty fog has gone,
That winter sun gives light anew,
To melting drops of dew.
Those shafts of light, for all the world,
Make diamonds of the view.
It isn’t only when it snows,
That Cherry Tree and I,
Play snowball fights and snowmen make.
No, snow arrives again in Spring,
When sunlight’s warmth explodes the buds,
And Cherry Tree becomes a sight-
A pom-pom tree of pink delight,
In which the bees drink up the wine
And hum in unison as they dine.
Then when the blossoms give their last,
The western wind provides the force
That blows each petal from its flower,
But in a pink snow shower.
Summer long, the flowers now gone,
Usurped by…
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AVIA..............................................wendy salter 
Mary Kinzie’s book on reading and writing poetry is brilliant and the recently published journals of Sylvia Plath give great insights into the mind of a poet of incredible gifts.