Blueberries came out in the tall patch and looked like a handful of
Pink rose pearls.
Their blue with a brilliance now and a jewelled twinkle, astounds
The sunny world!
An imprinted star, I saw on top of one picked blueberry's dark,
Smokey blue,
Found me happy sitting alone not far from a woodland and
Enchanted, too.
Some blueberries are stowaways, hidden on low, cool boughs during summer
Days.
Elegant bluets they are kept by the shimmery blue sky's sunshiny rays.
More berries on branches cascade like gems up above the shaded, wooded
Floor.
I carried all the saved berries back to my home in a cradled box
To store.
Eating just a few of the midnight blue blueberries near the bright woods
Was sweet.
Maybe I'll go berrying again soon away from the paved and busy
Streets.
How silent the resilient soft, warm brown earth was under my glad,
Dancing feet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is another poem of yours that reminds me that upbeat poems can be nice to read sometimes :)