One poem by Juliet Wilson

Raspberry Picking 

Sweetness glows red in thorny undergrowth.

Arms scratched and nettled,
we fill bags with fruit,
juice on our hands like blood.

I snack on berries and chocolate
and dream of the jars of jam that will shine
warmly red on our shelves

seeing us through the winter.

JULIET WILSON is an adult education tutor and conservation volunteer based in Edinburgh, UK. She blogs at http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com and tweets @ craftygreenpoet