Strawberry Picking: A Poem for Spring & National Poetry Month!



Strawberry Picking
Our eyes full of plump, bright red berries, 
We run through wonders spread across endless fields of green, 
Day alive with giggles of laughter and the buzzing of insects, 
Blue sky bright with smells of freshly mown grass, lit with golden beams.
Small, sticky fingers grasp my hand,
Then release, rushing to the vines,
Picking berry after berry,
In the brilliant April sunshine.
We fill our baskets to bursting,
Plucking the ripest ones from the top,
Popping their tart, seedy sweetness into our mouths,
Juice falling down our chins in pink raindrops.
Our arms loaded heavy with tasty treasure,
We sing and swing as we carry our berries home together,
Lifting our faces to feel the warm, soft breeze,
Dazzling our hearts in Spring's glorious, joyful weather.
Copyright Stacie Eirich April 2019 
*A poem written in celebration of Spring & National Poetry Month. 
Wishing you a wonderful Spring weekend and a Happy Easter! Thank you for visiting my Author Blog. Stay tuned for more poems, stories & works-in-progress updates! Have a magical day. :-) 
-Stacie 

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