Tumbling from punnets
strawberries scent the air.
But have a care
when biting rosy cushions
laced with golden pips.
A swoon of memories
uncovers childhood scenes
of family teas with arguments,
with scones, and clotted cream.

Juice beads your chin,
pips scamper round your teeth
as you bite seductively
at stubborn stalks
and pull full fruit away,
releasing moments long forgotten
of a distant, scented day.