Proud purple

Shifting shades

Of red

Hugging clean green leaves

Tucked in sandy bed

Pumped up

With summer sun

Just fresh

From rain

I kneel

To bend

And pluck

Fistfuls

And drift

Into that picker’s dream

Of jelly jars

And old time

Kitchen smells

That linger

On the edge

So precious

And so real

— Steve Ewing