My heart's aglow,
with visions of you.
Moving from green to blue.
From dusk until dawn,
memories gone,
you ripen more each day.
With careful care,
your sweetness grows.
I am so fond of blue.
Fruits of my labor,
what will become of you?
I dream of beautiful pies, sweetest wine,
scrumptious jams, in muffins just fine.
Bees buzz, birds aflutter,
all because of you.
My pretty berries, ripening with love.
I can hardly wait to taste you.
mmm...my grape arbor, the same...they are still a bit tart but it will be soon...and i def cant wait to pick buckets and buckets just to sit and eat....pies....yum...berries are my sweets for sure...
ReplyDeleteOh I love blueberries as well...planning to pick some this weekend.
ReplyDeletebeautifully fresh and delicious write Gwen - my mouth is watering as my eyes and heart have feasted on your lovely words - hugs Lib
ReplyDeleteA delicious poem with built-in suspense and anticipation of all that juicy goodness. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI loved your blissful poem, especially the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteMy pretty berries, ripening with love.
I can hardly wait to taste you.
Sensuous blueberries yum!
i love blueberries. my favorite blueberry memory, being a counselor for 6 year old boys in summer camp, getting buckets (big commercial butter or cottage cheese buckets) from the kitchen and picking blueberries with the 6 yo boys
ReplyDeletewe breath we fly...we become and we are
Lillian Gish