Cranberry Harvest
CRANBERRY HARVEST
Jelly birthed from a can
“Phloop”
DNA traits, solid with ridges,
a cranberry infantile jiggle.
I took for granted the birth,
until i saw the vinaceous bogs,
the waterlogged cradle —
Oh how succulent!
Crimson dawn appears, as the waters rise —
cranberries on their verdant vines.
Pregnant trucks deliver
this tangy thanksgiving feast.
Oh baby! My mouth waters
for this Autumn treat,
alongside turkey and fixings
to pretty up each plate and palate.
11/22/2017
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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