Berries

The honey-feast of the berries has stunned them; they believe in heaven.   
—Sylvia Plath

Black. Huckle. Rasp. My favorite time of the season is coming to a close.
Fruit, free for the taking, well, almost.

They extract a kind of price. For the opportunity to turn
my fingers and tongue purple,
I must stop.

The ripest, fragile as a bee’s wings, fall
from the bush with the faintest nudge.
No rose could match this.
Sweet as only wild things
Can be.

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  1. TominAlbany says

    Raspberry picking
    Among dangerous hobbies
    Is the tastiest

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