Their ripening comes faster now
black clusters of berries
so redolent of my childhood
and teenage years. They greet
and reproach me each summer
It's impossible not to pick
them, stew them with sugar
feel the burst of bitterness
and sweetness on my morning tongue.
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Oh, this is powerful! Reminds me of summer for sure! I'm growing raspberries, but have to become more of a berry farmer and tend to the bushes this year. I think I'll write a poem about it -- hold me to that, will, you Victoria?
Hugs to you, across the big ocean and half the US!
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