The Berries and The Tree

By M.J. Iuppa

As quiet light settles on the mulberry tree,
a slow current of air hushes its glossy leaves;
careful not to rouse intoxicated robins asleep
in its high crown.

Happened before— sudden rain of ripe red berries
splattering the ground in the ruckus of wings ascending—
the sound, a summons to the chickens’ delight
finding this good fortune ahead of the fox.

Or you, curious to taste this berry’s appeal, holding
one thoughtfully on your tongue— letting it melt
down to kindness— allows you to cherish
what becomes your acquired taste.

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M.J. Iuppa lives on Red Rooster Farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Most recent poems, lyric essays and fictions have appeared in the following journals: Poppy Road Review Black Poppy Review,Digging to the Roots, 2015 Calendar, Ealain, Poetry Pacific Review, Grey Sparrow Press: Snow Jewel Anthology, 100 Word Story, Avocet, Eunoia Review, Festival Writer, Silver Birch Press: Where I Live Anthology,Turtle Island Quarterly, Wild Quarterly, Boyne Berries Magazine (Ireland), The Lake, (U.K.), Punchnel’s; forthcoming in Camroc Review, Tar River Poetry, Corvus Review, Clementine Poetry, Postcard Poetry & Prose, among others. She is the Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program at St. John Fisher College. You can follow her musings on art, writing and sustainability on mjiuppa.blogspot.

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