Strawberrian Sonnet #1

First bowl of strawberries from the garden, a veritable sonnet.

Sweet from an afternoon of sun that followed an evening of rain.

Why should I worry about how to be poetry when I can learn so simply from the strawberries?

2 Replies to “Strawberrian Sonnet #1”

  1. I’m glad you got rain. Here in eastern PA we suffering. My exbury azaleas can’t take the heat no matter how much water I give them. Last night, up the street, a huge oak fell over…dried out, dead, with leaves still on tree. Never saw anything like it. The only thing the leaves were feeding on was the tree itself.

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