Ingrid Bruck is wild flower gardener and a poet inspired by nature. She lives in Amish country in Pennsylvania. This site shocases selected works by her.

Berry Picking - Published by: Young Ravens Literary Review

Berry Picking


Lou showed me how,

I was her shadow,

what she did, I did 

because she was Lou

and Lou knew how.


Now when I make jam,

I'm seven again

in a world ripe with berries,

luscious blues, purples and reds,

I don’t fear thorns

or bees that sting,

just give me sugar and wax

and I'm off on a chase 

to find berries.


Berries hide under leaves,

grow deep inside branches,

higher up than my hands can reach,

ripe berries heavy on the vine

load down branches

and mix in the tall grass,

hidden jewels for the finding.


I pick berries to remember Lou,

fill my pail to overflowing,

wash off leaf bits and visiting ants

and recapture the sun of summer,

pour it into a jar or pie shell.

Lou may be gone

but she’s in the kitchen with me,

now she is my shadow.      



Date Published: May 31, 2016

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