by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Ripe chokecherries
on the branch
remind me
of the bitterness
of winter’s coming.
Chokecherries
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Ripe chokecherries
on the branch
remind me
of the bitterness
of winter’s coming.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
fourwindowspress 
Winter is a nice thought at this time of record setting heat.
I’m jumping the gun. Ethel
It seems every season has its precursive little sign of what is to come. Though this one has a bitter taste, your poem is lovely, Ethel.
A special brightness to you today. Love Ethel
Thank you, Ethel.
And to you also. ❤️💕
Love it
Glad. Love Ethel
Surely not. I’m still enjoying Summer and I’d hate to miss Autumn. 🙂
(I like the poem though.)
It is a symbol for the bitterness I feel in this country and what is coming on the earth. Ethel
On that level I concur 100 per cent, Ethel.
sweet berry poem.