Tiny globes
of sunshine’s
pure sweetness
Hide behind
green leaves on
thorny shrubs
Pick one to
pop in mouth-
Heavenly!
It was a beautiful Fall day so I headed off for the annual tradition of apple and raspberry picking.
The little red berries were playing hide-n-seek behind segregated deep green leaves and prickly branches. I needed to carefully reach through to reveal their full ripeness. Then gently release them from their hold without jeopardizing these fragile fruits and place them in my green quart container.
After adding a beginning layer to the container, I popped a few into my mouth. Oh what a fresh delight they were- sweet, juicy and pure! It was hard to just keep picking so every few berries, my mouth enjoyed a treat.
At last, my container was mounded with raspberries. My container was full as well as myself. What a bounty I had collected- tiny globes of sunshine’s sweetness!
Poetry Form: Tricube (3 stanzas of 3 lines. Each line is 3 syllables)
Doodads and Doodles 
3 responses to “Nothing like Fresh Picked Raspberries”
Gorgeous tricube! I love picking fresh raspberries – and it sounds like you had an extra special day to do this. The words “pop in mouth -” made me smile -this is the best part of the picking, I think, to eat them right there at the brambles. Lovely post!
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Delicious tricube! I love raspberries, too. Thanks for sharing.
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Words and photos in perfect harmony. Raspberries are all but a memory where I am. But boy, your words make those memories live again.
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