The Mulberry Trees Are Plump & Juicy With Berries!!
...and the birds love them too
Plucking Ripe Berries
...where puristic seasons roam inside liberation
much to the expense of time's proliferate compass
from you to me and bathyal slopes & flowing tides
I wade in pools muddled through fields of corn
growing with meadows soy and barley of honey wheat
with pious earth and stones pith I envision
where the storm winds carry my soul to drift buoyant
within cabalistic memories across sybilline forests
revealing prophetical memorandums of her antiquity
through roots speaking for the song of marrows branch
larks and sparrows guide into the forest to see the trees
and the yearlings of the seedlings impregnating my thoughts
as continuances are plucking ripe berries inside the orchards
from the hidden pastures of fructiferous brrushwoods...
This is really a great write Vickie as it can be taken several ways. We can pluck from Mother nature daily to get through life, Life can be nurtured daily by mature nature, with each season Mother Nature has so much to offer us always fresh.
The juicy tidbits that mother nature offers each summer for the picking are indeed like the thoughts and inspirations that we pluck from life, love and the world experiences we have digested. Another great work Vic