Gayle Sweeney (May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)
Blueberries came out in the tall patch and looked like a handful of
Pink rose pearls.
Their blue with a brilliance now and a jewelled twinkle, astounds
The sunny world!
An imprinted star, I saw on top of one picked blueberry's dark,
Found me happy sitting alone not far from a woodland and
Some blueberries are stowaways, hidden on low, cool boughs during summer
Elegant bluets they are kept by the shimmery blue sky's sunshiny rays.
More berries on branches cascade like gems up above the shaded, wooded
I carried all the saved berries back to my home in a cradled box
Eating just a few of the midnight blue blueberries near the bright woods
Maybe I'll go berrying again soon away from the paved and busy
How silent the resilient soft, warm brown earth was under my glad,
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