RASPBERRIES
Raspberries ripen, tender-sweet with grace.
In leafy arms, the bushes wear their gems.
I gather them in handfuls—
frail little wonders
that, in their softness,
fall to pieces.
For the briefest breath, I am a child again—
that quiet girl, tucked safely from the world
between the pages of fairy-tales.
Through tangled canes, I search for her.
So often, she slips away.
I will not let her go.
Author: Veron
