Innocent Picking
There is a plush patch of raspberries
Tucked quietly behind my garden gate.
The fruit hangs heavy in the dancing light.
Spider webs drape delicately from leaf to leaf
guarding the plump pockets of sweetness.
Like patchwork pinned to make a glowing tent.
The morning dew settles gently on the insects’ twine.
Beads roll peacefully to and fro
Sweeping tranquilly across arachnid beds.
Child fingers, textured much like the raspberries
Search around the silvery net
And rise dripping red. Victorious.
From hand to mouth the juice travels.
Lips fold in as a stained finger enters
a watering, happy, paint covered mouth.
There is a plush patch of raspberries
Tucked quietly behind my garden gate.
The fruit hangs heavy in the dancing light.
Spider webs drape delicately from leaf to leaf
guarding the plump pockets of sweetness.
Like patchwork pinned to make a glowing tent.
The morning dew settles gently on the insects’ twine.
Beads roll peacefully to and fro
Sweeping tranquilly across arachnid beds.
Child fingers, textured much like the raspberries
Search around the silvery net
And rise dripping red. Victorious.
From hand to mouth the juice travels.
Lips fold in as a stained finger enters
a watering, happy, paint covered mouth.
love this so so so much!
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