I love my neighbors' blackberry bushes.

Thorny green branches - - 
white flowers, but no berries. 
The blackbirds will wait.

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Thorny branches stray 
over the old gray fence - - 
no blackberries yet.

First Conversation with the Blackbird

Blackbird, I warn you:
those blackberries are still tart!
I check them daily.

August Daily Blog Challenge Post 3: a Pleasant Memory

Here are two!

Feet buried in sand;

waves effervesce in sunlight;

seagulls chase white foam.

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Warm, sweet berries burst!

A sweeter counterpoint of

brown sugar and—Bliss!


I thought about explaining my haiku about these memories, but I realized that explaining means I don't think my poems did a good enough job, so...  Let's hope they did & I don't have to.

Pyracanthus (2) -- Written a couple of months ago.

Against Winter's dead,
gray air, your red berries bloom
all the more brightly.

Pyracanthus

Birds land onto twigs
dotted with crimson berries
to nest, feast, and fly.