Is it hunger, or desire, that lures me out in the mist, and into the depth of raspberry thicket?
Final rubies…liberated from the stems they cling to.
I reach.
The pink globes are most compelling, today - Those berries not quite ready, holding on.
I hold on.
Rain, too gentle to hear, knows of this dance between holding, and releasing.
Nature teaches me of impermanence. A berry, a dog…
What will this day include besides a batch of jam? And that’s miracle enough.
Berries condensed encapsulate a season.
I will remember, with gratitude, all that She delivers.
Bitter and sweet.
