Oh, For A Cherry (Final)

Cherubic fruit for the world to relish
Yet it comes and goes so fast.
A lightning flash of a season
Of plump, purple red
Delicious, dripping cherries
Must satisfy
Until the summer again blows through.
Each one
Delicately plopped
In a hungry mouth,
Opened wide like a baby bird’s,
Is savored to the full extent
Before the pit is neatly spit
Out, a game in and of itself.
Oh, for the sweetness of a cherry
The tender, perfect fruit
Waiting to be devoured
For why else would there be a confection of such perfection?
A shining aurora of fruit
Which must wait
For the bright summer months
And then again
For a whole year
Until the summer comes again.