Red currants: a taste of childhoodThe magpies want them too; so net and tinfoil dissuades them, somewhatBlack currants, too: I had walked past them until Sanni showed me how they hid under their leavesThe last of the summer bloomsSummer slips awayHow to capture those fleeting moments of summer? In a burst of colour.A few raspberries hung on, yielding sweetness.Sometimes, even the sky offers a quizzical look as summer runs away.
K. A. Laity 