Sweetness glows red in thorny undergrowth.
Arms scratched and nettled,
we fill bags with fruit,
juice on our hands like blood.
I snack on berries and chocolate
and dream of the jars of jam that will shine
warmly red on our shelves
seeing us through the winter.
Previously published on Misty Mountain Review.
Meanwhile I've posted my poem The Secret of Chocolate over on my Shapeshifting Green blog. You can read it here.
1 comment:
__ Nice.
few to tongue
leave the rest to seed
wild berries
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