Here is my first poetry post for the new Food Poetry Friday. I know, I know, it's late on Saturday. Technical difficulties delayed my poetry post. That and the fact that I tried to write a Turkey poem. Let's just say I didn't want to gobble gobble it up when I read it. It was about as stinky as that pun.
So here is a poem I wrote last October. Please feel free to post your own food poems in the comments, or perhaps your October berry stories...
by Julie Reinhardt
August is the time to find
Juicy berries on the vine
Until your mouth is purple and
You’ve red stained fingers on each hand
But now it is October, yet
I hunt for berries, cold and wet
I pick as if they were like gold
These left behind, fruit not sold
For though they are not plump and sweet
As August berries that I eat
October berries are the last
Until next August comes to pass