Harvesting Raspberries
Crimson in a background of green:
A sign, not of Yuletide, but of Harvest time.
At the touch of one's tongue,
Ripened red clusters detonate
Bursts of sweet juicy goodness,
Awakening taste buds
And firing the synapses
With undulating waves of pleasure!
A deluge of deliciousness!
Moira Cameron
