blackberry jam

Sweet peas

The weather is blissful and the hummingbirds bountiful
I am billowing full of words bubbling up
Effervescent words that sparkle and coo as I grasp them
Filling my mouth with their heft and taste
Rolling them on my tongue just to see
If they are sweet or tart
Like the blackberry jam
Fresh from the vines
That I spread on my buttered biscuit at breakfast.