SUMMER'S FIRST
�1999 by shadowJewel
This morning I woke
before you did
and wandered into the yard
searching for wild strawberries.
Hidden at the foot
of the hill I found
the sweetest of the season,
still cool from the night
dew and glazed
in their ripeness.
Kneeling as you woke,
I lifted one
from the bowl
and fed you
with a kiss.
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