brambles –Posted: June 28, 2012
100 words, written for the Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers, constructive criticism welcomed.
wild rasberies — we called them brambles, picture here
Sometimes, there isn’t ever a good time to say goodbye.
time never stops to say goodbye
the pregnant pause, the words known but minds deny
the winds of change a breeze now but soon to blow
by summer’s end that one of us must go
Yet here we are, the woods pristine and old,
the ancient trails, lead us to sacred grove
just further on we accept the sun’s embrace
then brambled bush ripened jewels adorn this place
We feast and laugh, this ambrosia made to share
yet shadows lengthen, still our world without a care
Eyes sparkling blue, deep and so inviting
the taste of trembling lips, sweet delighting