By Lysianne Unruh
Blackcap raspberry canes line the edges
of the sun dappled path where I run.
Darling, dark berries gleam, peeking out
amidst a mass of green. It’s a wink,
a flirtation—my heart quickens.
Primed for a fleeting summer romance
I stop in my tracks. Wading into the thicket,
I pluck a tiny, thimble-like treat from its stem.
Spying another coy sweetheart, I reach for it too;
a handful of berries easily fill my palm.
I bring them to my lips for a satisfyingly sweet,
sweet summer kiss. A rich, tangy burst
of sunshine fills my mouth.
My soul delights
in this bit of wildness, sustenance unplanned,
untended, growing lush and free outside conventions
of trellis or mulch. She kicks off her shoes,
and lets the grass tickle her feet; she dances barefoot.
Graceful as a breeze she turns towards the light,
an elegant compass plant. Bold and vigorous
sunflowers – maximilian – as her partners, she sashays
through prairie meadows. A hazy-purple crown
of bee balm rings her head. Singing a full-throated song,
she offers a trill of harmony to the robin’s soprano.
We play along the sun drenched edges of the woods.
Holding hands, laughter floats above in the summer-white clouds,
light and pure.
I can’t keep it a secret, my love affair
with this ephemeral season. It can’t be kept in check
or under wraps; unabashedly I am given away.
Tell-tale signs abound: a run stretching out …
long past its usual block of time;
scarlet juice stains, teasing at my mouth and fingers;
sunshine and blue sky reflected in my eyes,
a dreamy smile,
meadow flowers woven in my hair.
By Lysianne Unruh, all rights reserved, 7-03-2016
Summertime Photo Collage – All That Inspires Me!
These photos courtesy of Lysianne Unruh, taken during runs and hikes and bike rides as she wanders, playing in the lushness that is Wisconsin.