So many strawberries this spring, more fruit than leaves.
And so sweet. Fragrant space. Peace.
Berry necklaces. Berry crowns. Berry grace.
Each a call to rest here in the silence of this place.
And we shall love one another without measure.
The shadow and the bloom. The light-green runner.
Distance naught but the urge to meet.
To seek the lips, and kiss the juice upon the face.