Not far from home
there is a passion fruit vine,
its fruits ripening, ready to pick.
But below it, dense thicket,
of rosemary and grass,
rattlesnake country,
so, I am disappointed.
Yesterday, while walking nearby,
I saw the bramble had been cleared,
ripe purple fruits lay on the ground,
you can imagine the happiness
of my forager heart!
I gathered as much as I could
and brought them home,
my kids were ecstatic,
a tropical-sweet, tart juice
is due today.
Plant knowledge, and mindfulness
never let me down,
and enrich me so often.
Note: Have you tried passion fruit juice?
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Comments (2)
I love passion fruit. They have mild painkilling qualities
Yes, love passion fruit and way to go. Great job.