The rain soaked vine
intertwined
branches and leaves
weaved
with fruit bunched and bark
dark

Scissors poised near bunch
munch
a few that pop
drop
in the bag the rest
the best

Soaked to the skin
grin
crouch down to see below
glow
of wet purple blush
lush

Buzzing all around
sound
not alone by the fruit
"shoot"
carefully with scissors clip
"snip"

Yellow and black striped wasp
stops
sipping at small things
stings
my thumb in the rain
pain

Still more to gather
rather
than stop harvest goes on
wasp gone
sun suddenly breaks through
sky-blue

Carry all up the hill
fill
pots with the sweet
meat
of the harvest task
bask

Cook down to mash
smash
all through a sieve
give
fruit, juice, and jam away

Such a nice day.