Gooseberries are back on show
Like baubles of a Christmas tree dangling from the branches
Remind me of tiny peaches
One lovely morning in a lovely October
Velvety skin so smooth on my fingers
Apple green when tender, then changes its hue
Yellow to peach, orange to red
Like jewels, they beheld by the birds’ eye
Tangy and juicy pulp, when squeezed
Oozes along my slender hands
Eyes tight shut and the face twisted
As the flavor runs across the tongue
Teeth are tingling, lips are quivering, and a shudder runs through the body
Tiny cupped hands and deep pockets full of berries
That taste brings back fond memories
From under the gooseberry tree of my childhood