[Eadha Deora]

The children are picking blackberries
and so am I,
basking in the sticky haze of out-reached brambles,
tempting and wooing those with open mouths
and patient eyes to its side.

I am surrounded by dark deliciousness,
completely lost in a wilderness of simple joy,
everything just as it should be,
the blackbirds singing easily
and bees finding heather blossoms
to make sweet what good they have,
just as I gladly reach out into the prickles,
hands bleeding berry and blood,
to fill these hours with a heavy harvest.

Each berry swells like a heart,
exuding fecund life that carries on and on,
each summer's end a brief and frenzied beat in time
until the next cycle gives out its
blessings.

These little gifts
hum with the sun, perfected
by a thousand warm rays
and a wild welsh wind that
whips across this ancient mountain side,
once a glacier's path to sleep,
now a grassland of gorse and heather,
broom and blackthorn.

The rain has been kind and also fierce,
awakening the earth to her softer side,
and I had forgotten the delight
of standing quiet with ten thousand fruits,
listening to each murmured story,
rising up from the roots like sap in spring,
to sing the earth and me into deeper life.

I cannot forget this moment
when life holds out both hands laughing
and all is bright with child-like pleasure.

Happiness is like August blackberries.

[Masa]

Ah... your poetry is magnificent! You're so awesome, you don't even need to rhyme!

A poem filled with such vivid imagery of the innocence of a simply August-picking... a remarkable piece written by a talented hand! Lovely! Just... lovely!

[Eadha Deora]

and I feel like grovelling with thanks to you for commenting ... so here:

*Eadha grovels*

[Masa]

Now now, musn't have a Goddess grovel to poor Masa, it doesn't look good towards the believers, hahahahahaha.

[Eadha Deora]

then why aren't believers showing face? .. or all they all prostrate on the ground with awe and reverence?

[Masa]

Ah I would not know, if there was a reason to get more reviewers, I'd be hunting them down madly, but you have me, I'm not much of a reviewer, but maybe it'll work!

[Eadha Deora]

teehee, you're a star, Masa xx

[RENA HANDS]

What an extraordinary capture of a summer's day...searching, seeking out one of nature's original, genuine, confections of delicious fruits without industrial preseratitives.