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

11 responses to “Chokecherries

  1. Winter is a nice thought at this time of record setting heat.

  2. I’m jumping the gun. Ethel

  3. 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.

  4. Surely not. I’m still enjoying Summer and I’d hate to miss Autumn. 🙂

    (I like the poem though.)

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