Renita Boyle ~ Day 26 NaPoWriMo 2014 Posted in moments, love, nature


Last night, at the lake,

we walked along the shore

arm in arm

picking wild raspberries

just plump and sweet enough to eat.


We listen to the lapping of the waves,

feel them licking our bare toes

in the quiet knowing that we will be going

come morning.


‘I wish I had a pail,’ my Mother says.

But even the heart isn’t big enough

to contain this moment.


We do our best to make the berries last

until the sun is slowly swallowed

by the lake

surf licking

the last juices of the sunset.


Renita Boyle


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