
Little blossom of white,
growing so free,
soon a red berry you’ll be.
I hope we meet again–then.
Ah, strawberry so wild,
I loved you as a child,
and still do.
Leona J. Atkinson
05-06-13

You look like a wild strawberry blossom,
but your waxy green leaves negate that.
So I wonder who you are little wonder of white?
You are such a beautiful ground covering mat
growing so free, your name I’d like to know.
Were it not Spring I would think you were snow.
Leona J. Atkinson
05-05-13