Before the first leaf buds
blueberry’s red shoots
contemplate fruit.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Before the first leaf buds
blueberry’s red shoots
contemplate fruit.
Fascinating to see wild blueberry. Assuming this is wild?
Is this because of the color of forest?
Abstract lines of life.
nice
never thought about the red shoots of blueberries. that image will remain in my mind a long time. 😉
As with the dogwoods. There is this burst of heavenly flowers and then the rest of the warm months are devoted,to the growing of the fruit.
very nice. thanks for making this sweet blog!
contimplate fruit…. darling poem today!
I just love blueberries!