Every branch
of the raspberry bush bows
with the weight of sweetness
and our busy hands
pull the ripe berries
to our mouths.
It is a long time
before we remember
we have bowls,
we have tomorrow.
July 22, 2016 by Rosemerry
Every branch
of the raspberry bush bows
with the weight of sweetness
and our busy hands
pull the ripe berries
to our mouths.
It is a long time
before we remember
we have bowls,
we have tomorrow.
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I smiled BIG time at this one, so true to my own experience. My grandmother had so many raspberries and there were never enough. You caught that desire perfectly. “The weight of sweetness” YES.