fun in the sun

That’s this week’s Read Write Poem prompt. And it immediately made me think of Friday, when my son and I spent the afternoon picking raspberries in the Yakima River Canyon. You can read more about our excursion (plus links to a fabulous pie recipe) on my other blog. Be warned, though: I posted a photo of my pie, and it’s making me hungry right now just looking at it (which is not good, because the pie is long gone).

 

Raspberry Pie

Lips tongue hands gangly legs
stained with crimson
one two five at a time
into his mouth
expertly sucks juice
from each finger
eager searching
slim vines heavy laden
lifting leaves aside
reaching around thorns
just watching him
I taste them too but
remind myself
fill my bucket
wait to savor
until I’m home
elbow deep in flour
butter cut in roll out
fragrant fragile dough
till parchment thin
gently fold in half
quarters then unfold
ease into earthen ware
blue glazed pie plate
work fast mold pinch
cut vents for juice
bubbling through
same juice 
he licks from thumbs
streaks across cheeks
already freckled flushed
kissed by July’s ardent rays
on this most perfect of days.