Berries

[riesiel]

This morning the blueberry
bursting between teeth
is tart, taking me back
to Summers, bare legged
and mosquito bitten
running through forests
frog full and waiting
for quick children
with tree climbing legs.
Hidden in shadowed copses
we would find treasure
raspberries, blackberries,
wild curling grapes,
and mulberries to stain us
blue from our thin grabbing fingers
to our muddy toes,
we gathered them in shirts
and mostly in hands and mouths,
none making it home in the end.