One of our readers submitted the following poem, written by his mom, Laurel Moss from Mendocino, California:
Bounty
“Huckleberries, hunkering under leaves
Fumbling fingers combing branches
Berries bouncing, ting-ing into tin bowls
The air clear
The aroma a bit musky
Little movement or sound
But of the crackling of branches underfoot
The revelation in shadow of beaded clusters
Black and blue berries
Sweet, sour, shiny
And spider webbed
in this late October day
The taste of autumn in the air.”
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