Berries

Layer by layer my berry breaks apart from the stems and the leaves.

You left it cold once to many times and the weather is too much for it to take.

Only way to save it now by bringing it to the warmth of the shelter holding it tightly

There's no substitute for the water and feed it needs

Its falling to pieces, little seeds drift off from the center and fail to grow due to the temperature

of your cold cold soul

I knew you once as a green thumb man growing my berries wildly free hand

The touch and caress of a loving hand keep the weather from hurting the leaves that saved the cavity from opening

With the leaves gone and barriers down ,there seems little life left to mend

How much do I ask of you, that you love me with your thumb?

Carry me close and fend yourself from the wolf like fruit that temps you daily

But today it seems my berries are breaking.