Poet's Corner


Posted: Thursday, September 13, 2007

Red currents nestle in the crook

of old spruce trees,

berries clustering in the afternoon shadows of

Alaska's vineyards.

Burgundy ripe and glowing

they stretch and swell through a

transition of color: mint greens with silken

pink bands ripen into sheer reds

deep watery reds like the

forest fire sunsets over Redoubt.

Among the spruce they glisten like salmon roe

fat with the seeds of next year's life

even as I plunk them

skein by skein

into my bucket.

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