cranberries
picking cranberries
in the relentless cold
one hand ungloved
at a time
to pluck frost-ripe
red spheres
nested in the moss
some frozen hard
some bubbles barely
icy frail
this is what
the land has
to teach me
today
these tart sweet sudden
instances
of flesh
picking cranberries
in the relentless cold
one hand ungloved
at a time
to pluck frost-ripe
red spheres
nested in the moss
some frozen hard
some bubbles barely
icy frail
this is what
the land has
to teach me
today
these tart sweet sudden
instances
of flesh