The sweetness and tangibility of warm
bread and thick, gooey fillings. The
sweetness of the strawberry summer.
Picked ripe, from branches not yet matured,
rose gardens are makeshift havens for
wildflowers like us to perch and baske in
the summer air.
Perfume smelling of roses wafts as
grins adorn pretty faces with crowns.
The air crisp, not cool, warmed by many
a breath of sweet delight.
Notes of summer atop a crested hill.
Perfection rolling out across the land
covering fine details in simple sentiments.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
