where wildlife feasted—
shameful of me
to long for the berries
that briefly adorned them
—A Hundred Gourds, 3:2, March 2014
Pictured above: American beautyberry, a native plant that grows like weeds all over our property. This year, the iridescent berries, which I always eagerly anticipate, are still quite thick. However, last year, when the above tanka was written, they didn't last long. Also refer to a former post.