Cherry Tree

Poets dream
I’m sure they do
Of love under the cherry tree.

Perfect thing
Imagined love
As real as dreaming fantasy.

Yet today
I found my heart
Asleep under that cherry tree.

Seeming dead
In cradled arms
It beat no more, then twice as fast.

Every day
I turn to North
And see that lovely cherry tree.

Blossoming
With beauty’s flower
She is my one and only love.