Steps to Picking Raspberries {a #poem}
Late August & still there's fruit
We transplanted our raspberries late in the season this year and rain has come early to our PNW corner of the world. I despaired of any harvest at all, and yet raspberries are proving plentiful. It put me in mind of a poem I wrote…..
From my book “Hearts on Pilgrimage: Poems & Prayers”
Grandson, Summer
The raspberries--your favorite--ripened after
you’d gone, the sun’s August denouement
leaving a subtle ruby postscript like pendants
suspended on green-edged strands.
Gentle tugs released the jewels between
my fingers then traveled to my mouth.
They were sweet (almost) and needed
more time for sugaring. Had you been here
to share the waning warm days’ treasure
I could have held you, too, before you
grew into full-fledged bloom, walking into
the world seeking your own fruited fortune.
That same grandson is still walking into the future after stumbling a bit. Here’s to the lingering days of summer and God’s promise of growth, who reminds us in Mark that life is in the seed. Praise His name for that.
Beautiful Jody.