Jewels left behind
On naked arms and bare necks.
Recently washed
By the angry rain.
Refusing to break away
And tumble like the colored leaves.
Determined to glow
Even when the white snow
Crests their faces
In months to come.
Or, perhaps, waiting until someone eats them.
(You may need to click on the photo to get the picture...)
Hi There, Yes---your pictures are 'berry' nice!!!!! The birds love those berries...
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Betsy
What a lovely poem, and the berry photos are gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteI really loved this post. A great idea very well executed, both visually and verbally.
ReplyDeleteOur number one red berry is an exotic: Brazilian Pepper!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful.
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