Very, Berry Strawberry

A Sweet Secret

How so small and worth,
yet once it was so precious—
the winter strawberry,
rare and special.

When I invited to an exhibition,
instead of red roses,
I bring a bunch
of my red strawberries.

Crushed and spreading,
It quickly turn into
pink strawberry milk,
a red scent rising softly
to the tip of the nose.

Strawberry, strawberry—
If you say it again and again,
the sounds lovely so.
Who gave it such a pretty name?

[straw]from stalks of dry grass.
[berry]is fruit.
joined together so beautifully:
S T R A W B E R R Y.

Strawberry ice cream,
strawberry sweets,
strawberry short cake—
a name that tastes good
wherever it is placed.
That sweet secret.

Strawberries raised with care,
one by one,
small, clinging close to the earth.
Given a whole basket,
You’d be happy all day long.

*these are my own paintings *