Picking RaspberriesA Poem by mae23As we approach the bushes On the outskirts of the woods, Birds call to us Playfully taunting us to join them.
Our fingers reach through branches Carefully avoiding thorns. Our eyes search For the perfect raspberry.
The buzzing of bees Trying to beat us to the juicy fruit, Is interrupted by his voice. His older cousin wisdom:
“The darker the red, The tastier the berry.”
Red juice stains my fingers As I bring the fruit to my lips. Sweetness explodes Inside my mouth.
I look up to him And offer my thanks With a raspberry stained smile. © 2017 mae23Reviews
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6 Reviews Added on June 11, 2017 Last Updated on June 23, 2017 Authormae23NYAbout"My memories are the only places I'll ever see any of it again, and I wonder if this is what writers are supposed to do, rebuild places it in there minds - places long gone, places that disappear, and.. more..Writing
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