Her long prickly limbs, green with leaves
Bow down to the Earth, ends heavy laden with bunches of
berries
Which I hope to intercept before the rabbits or the rot.
I prop her up.
The ripe berries surrender to my tender touch,
Gracefully letting go into the palm of my hand.
Berries-
Earlier you blossomed into flowers for the bees,
Now blossom into flavor for me—
Feed me & I will water you—
Together, sisters,
Wrapped in each others arms.
by Terra Rafael
