Cherry Tree

pair in
the cherry tree
draw my attention to


Still Air

Washing hangs limply
in the still air.
I watch as from the cherry tree
a lone leaf drops.

Cherry Tree

The trunk of the cherry tree
steams in the morning sunlight
after a day of rain
and a night of frost.

January Joy 18

Searching for joy,
what can I see?
A bright breasted robin
in the bare cherry tree
flit down to the feeder,
grab just one seed,
then into the hedge
at remarkable speed.


All of a sudden
cherry tree blossom
bursts like puff-balls
along the branches.

Summer Blush

Cherries forming on the tree
begin to show their summer blush.
Soon the birds will feast.


In the cherry tree
the birds begin to gather,
checking that the coast is clear,
then dropping in for dinner.

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I have just heard that I have won first prize in a member’s only poetry competition run by The Salopian Poetry Society – my first win ever! I just had to share the news. The poem has not been posted on the site yet but should be up there soon.


Petals, like snowflakes,
fall from the cherry tree and
settle on the lawn.

Washing Line

On the washing line the clothes hang limp and damp.
The gentle breeze is full of autumn chill.
A week and feeble sun shines shyly through the cherry tree
that stubbornly holds on to dull green leaves.

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