Strawberry Wings
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I remember my mother taking my sisters and I to our neighbors farm to pick strawberries. It was supposed to be a chore, but it never felt that way. Sunshine, laughter, and popping as many strawberries in my mouth as in the pail was magical. Sun deep in strawberries, lips tinted red, and a bucket begging berries, I turn a chore into summer playtime. Memories gather on white puffy clouds where tomorrow can read them, and today is oblivious of tears on the horizon. It is a butterfly moment of growing wings in giggles, and feeling freedom speak from the dirt between my toes. United with sky and earth I soar. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 The Sunday Muse ~ Berries! Wednesday Muse #13 Oh, and I was super excited to make the gif. Little things. :)