Strawberry Summer
When the air feels sticky
and my skin smells like sunshine,
I search through soft grass
and crunchy twigs and
crouch down.
Hide and seek—
they peek at me
from behind soft leaves,
cuddling like bunnies.
Pluck, pluck
Two in my basket.
Pluck, pluck, pluck
Three in my mouth.
Sweet juice
drips onto my shirt.
It tastes like
dappled light
and clover chains
and long, happy days.
and my skin smells like sunshine,
I search through soft grass
and crunchy twigs and
crouch down.
Hide and seek—
they peek at me
from behind soft leaves,
cuddling like bunnies.
Pluck, pluck
Two in my basket.
Pluck, pluck, pluck
Three in my mouth.
Sweet juice
drips onto my shirt.
It tastes like
dappled light
and clover chains
and long, happy days.
This poem is copyright (©) Michelle Volpe-Kohler 2024
About the Writer
Michelle Volpe-Kohler
Michelle is a marketing and communications professional by day and a writer of children's fiction and poetry by night. She was born in Cleveland, Ohio, USA, and lived in Washington, DC for many years. She is now back in her hometown where she lives with her husband, two sons, two cats, and a very hyper yellow Lab.
