in cool piney shade
on squat bushes spread
wild blueberries grow
on soft, mossy bed
or under the ferns
among meadowsweet
on berms in the sun
but sheltered from heat
or on a bush rising
almost to my waist
so loaded with berries
it bends down and sways
I'm picking them
plump and cool with the dew
in dappled sun under the pines
morning turns into afternoon
I'm losing all sense of time
cicadas' shrillness,
a chorus of crickets,
the red squirrel's noisy chatter,
a crow's voice somehow reminds me of spring,
but time just doesn't matter...
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
in cool piney shade
on squat bushes spread
wild blueberries grow
on soft, mossy bed
or under the ferns
among meadowsweet
on berms in the sun
but sheltered from heat
or on a bush rising
almost to my waist
so loaded with berries
it bends down and sways
I'm picking them
plump and cool with the dew
in dappled sun under the pines
morning turns into afternoon
I'm losing all sense of time
cicadas' shrillness,
a chorus of crickets,
the red squirrel's noisy chatter,
a crow's voice somehow reminds me of spring,
but time just doesn't matter...
I pick a lot of them