mulberries

the mulberries dropped today

so fresh you could eat them off the ground

and i did

bathed in rain

and swollen with juice

they are large and prolific

with a subtle sweetness

that always makes my throat itch

but i indulge anyway

i pick one and

its neighbor falls

right into the bowl

the tree is rich

the kind of fullness

that reveals ten new berries

with each step

that squashes the fruit

and stains my feet

last year there was lack

small and sparse

but now i am blessed

with a gift of abundance

from my beautiful mother

black and shiny with a green stem

and a sort of blood

that mirrors my own

filled with seeds

that promise new life

breathing with the bugs

im lost in the leaves

and there's nowhere else id rather be

i've really been enjoying exploring poetry as a medium lately. let me know what you think and if you would like to read more (i have so many more). love you!

♡, fin