Musing While Berry Picking


Straw blankets
  rough to my knees
    reeking warmth,

lush berries full to bursting
  march boldly
    on either side.

muted voices
  flow in random
    from row to row,

circling zephyr
  lifts moist air
    from my face

thinking
   we picked berries together
     memories mist my heart.

shortcake
   your favorite
      I smile.

© Mary Kellogg, November 2001