Saturday, June 23, 2012


Here I watch a berry begin,
first the flower's middle tousled by
a bee, then the fruited face swells, 
bewhiskered, no juice to give 
until summer carries it to 
me, ripe for wanting, 
ripe for gathering,
ripe for dripping 
down my chin. 


Maureen said...

I like "ripe for wanting"; and "fruited face.../bewhiskered" contains good, concrete detail that lets us "see".

SimplyDarlene said...

the image in photo and image in imagination... grande!