Black Honey
In late August under the smoky sky,
when caressed by rain and sun shine
the blackberries change color and ripen,
hearing the silent chime of the black bells
I go out enticed in the woods.
A delicious whole day I spend
among the hanging glossy delicacy,
pluck the purifying super food.
I shove the stalk in my mouth,
splurge my craving to satiate my tongue
with the black honey of summer.
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August 9, 2022
Contest : Your Thoughts On Blackberries
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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