I knew a cherry tree when I was young.

Every spring, its perfumed flowers said love

Would find me and would hold my eager heart.

I slept with my window open. I dreamed.

By day, I played in the gardens lost to time

Where irises and myrtle claimed new life

By pushing back blankets of dried oak leaves

To offer their purple blossoms to the sun.

Today, I discovered two cherry trees

Bearing yellow leaves in mid November

As I removed crimson burning bushes

That would claim the cherries’ light and their souls.

Restoring the landscape, I find deep peace

Among woodland friends, their songs, in the trees.

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