Sweet Strawberries

Somewhere

On The Island

With no one closer

Than a drive, a bike,

A hard hike in,

Is a lake, a soft sun,

A wild flower meadow

Splashed 

With sweet strawberries,

The lingering echo

Of the sounds

Of two lovers

In the water,

On the sand,

In the flowers,

The aroma

Of petals, of bodies,

Of berries,

The moment of bliss

Too many miss

That becomes

Part of your soul

Forever.

© Stephen Nesbitt