Grandson, Summer {a #poem}

The raspberries–your favorite–ripened after

You’d gone, the sun’s August denouement

Leaving a subtle ruby postscript like pendants

Suspended on green-edged strands.

Gentle tugs released the jewels between

My fingers then traveled to my mouth.

They were (almost) sweet and needed

More time for sugaring. Had you been here

To share the waning warm days’ treasure

I could have held you, too, before you

Grew into full fledged bloom, walking into

The world seeking your own fruited fortune.

August 2018

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((sneaking back in with this short verse to share with you while the Muse strikes))

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