mulberries
- Jun 27
- 1 min read
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
Yes, please do show more! Poetry is one of the best forms of training for experiencing the weight of sensuously real phenomena—such as language—beyond material purposes and definitions, and for learning to handle them in a way that transcends the physical while remaining within a sensory framework.
Despite being old
They barely exist
In my native land.
They grow in my dreams
With green hands and hearts
Fruit black, red and gold.