Woke up Early Stepped outside To pink and yellow clouds Blue sky slight chill Fell back asleep To yesterday Woke up 830am Walked bare foot Barely clothed Through the fields beyond our house A symphony of birds The flow of the creek And your footsteps Running Exploring Were the only sounds I filled my basket (And my heart) With milkweed flowers And red clover blossom And passion flower And yarrow And sage to keep it all clear Lamented That no wine berries were bursting off their buds Remembered I’ve eaten hundreds this year And smiled Went to The elder tree She is in transition From maiden To mother Holding so much medicine inside her berries Not yet ripe Or ready to give to the world There has been Sweetness to my days And I’m savoring it In the fridge In a big glass jug Of milkweed and red clover and passionflower and yarrow and sage