Paradise in My Hands
The rain has drenched the garden
and everything greens, everything grows,
the sun covering all. A strawberry come late
is blistered by today’s 91 degrees. But
the blackberries that drop at the slightest touch,
such warm plump fruit.
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Such a lovely writer you are.
Fresh fruit is like eating paradise – you are so right. Love the spacing of the last line – adds wonderful emphasis.