Sunday, July 18, 2010

Blueberries in the Afternoon

Heat-heavy, a bowl of blueberries between us.
Fingers dipping simultaneously, tips pressing close on blue.
Water-moistened, the berries a deep midnight hue.
Sweetness in my mouth.
A flitting red, then lush green.
A cardinal alights, his plume in the sun.

And by a francophone friend:

Nous avons mange tous les bleuets.
C'est un repas qui n'a pour objet
Que de proclamer la verite de l'ete.

1 comment:

Rebekah said...

Such quiet joy in your blog, as always. My husband is also a member of the Fruit tribe and enjoyed the parts of this entry that I read aloud to him.