Copyright Michael Alan Ross 2007-2018. All rights reserved.
I caught a whiff of a raspberry,
In my backyard, while making tracks in the snow.
So I gently brushed off my raspberry bush,
And found 3 black raspberries shivering below.
Carefully picking each, I blessed them as fruit of the vine,
Into my kitchen, I carried and bathed them where I would dine.
You will be enough for my dinner tonight said I,
I will taste you slowly, let your flavor make me high.
At suppertime, once more, I blessed God’s hidden tether,
Which permitted wondrous creations in cold weather.
The 3 raspberries looked at me, for a moment content,
As I arranged them artistically like gifts from heaven sent.
My raspberries’ purple, squishy, moist, delicious weave,
Was my dining enjoyment on this winter’s eve.
One raspberry alone would have been enough to satisfy,
Is it true for raspberries, also, companionship’s the meaning of why?
From a raspberry bush, I rose to heavenly ecstasy,
Thanking God, for my tasteful discovery.
Bless God, tonight’s world is satisfactory,
Yes, it’s true, I’m filled with raspberries.