seasons change

cool morning
crisp air
birds sing in the treetops
and what is it that
which hangs from the cherry tree limb?
why it's some strange fruit

My, how I like the way it sways
in the sunlight
It's still there in the moonlight
kind of a waxy fig bloom

I ponder the time to pick it
just when its ripe
ready to fall from its stem
I hope its soon
because the limb sure is-a bend'in