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Blue Berry Monday
Blue Berry Monday
Early morning at the farm
I choose each one with slow deliberation to savor the peacefulness
And notice that they are not quite round as I indulge in one
It tastes like Maine
The sound of a child's laughter as her mother calls
"Come, my love, it's a beautiful day to pick berries"
Somehow those words bring tears that spill into my bucket and I pause to wipe them away
And yet, my heart is full listening as birds exalt in song
There is content among the vines
Yes, it is the perfect day to pick berries.
7/6/2020
Comments 1
Melissa Fischer
on Wednesday, 02 September 2020 20:19
I really like this, Gloria! You paint such a vivid picture in my mind-- clear and powerful.
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