Sonnet

Sonnet to the Persimmon Fruits

Persimmon fruits hanging up on your tree,
A beautiful sight on a sunny noon,
Almost ripe, bending branches, wild and free,
While winged creatures eye your sweet feast soon.
Insects and birds await you every day,
To taste the delicious sweetness you hold;
But soon will autumn take your leaves away,
And leave your naked branches in the cold.
Before that time, I wait with loving hand,
To pluck your yummy fruits before the frost,
Upon this gentle, autumn-tinted land,
Lest all your beauty be forever lost.
   So I shall take my fill before you're gone,
   Before autumn claims you all leaving none.


2026.04.14