Author Jonathan Chaves Willow catkins, white as cotton, the fluff has just appeared; damson plums, new and green, the pits have still not formed. A woman serves wine at the counter wearing a melon-shaped hat; a young girl takes a sip of wine, lips as red as cherries. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments