Sonnet to the Cherry Tree
© by Christine O’Brien
If I were to write a sonnet to you
what words could convey what you mean to me?
The fidelity of this tree so true
reveling in what it is to be.
A sovereign tree, one hundred years old
leaves unfurled, from blossoms to cherries abound.
If trees could talk, what stories would be told
affinity with sky, roots in the ground.
Are my limitations making me deaf
to the voices that speak without words?
The winds carry fragrance and scents do waft
as cherries ripen, I race with the birds.
To eat the fruit from this generous tree
a gift that binds me to eternity.
Go outside and take a look around. What, in your own backyard, deserves a poem, a story or a painting?
Write it, draw it or paint it!