On the ornamental cherry the leaves
Hang oval and heavy,
Golden-green against the sun.
How lovely they are,
Like Muscat grapes awaiting harvest.
Perhaps a few days more they will stay
On the branches, enriching
This autumn's vintage.
Then October's winds will come
And they will drift, singly
Or by the dozen, to the ground.
To lie, glory over.
Except a girl will come to sweep them
And gather armfuls, then fling
Them high - letting them shower
Around her like fountains of Sauternes.
She will rejoice in their goldenness.
Copyright 2012
Susy Evelyne
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