Ode to Strawberries

Sweet, juicy, enticing.
First fruits from the garden.
Bowl of berries plump and hearted.
Fruit of love.
Fruit of the gods.
We feast on your sweet goodness.

Your season is but fleeting.
White blossoms fade to red.
Crimson bellies capped in green.
Thank the Maker.
Thank the picker.
We savor tiny seeds forever.