Gooseberries

It's of gooseberries I 
Am thinking, out of the
Blue, or reminded by a
Pastoral image of berry
Picking in an imagined
Hamlet. That activity, 
Village and all, are on
My telly, the scenic
Quiet of these little
Towns, the rural peace
Disrupted by murders, 
The mayhem soothing as
The vision of thin red
Berries on thin green
Vines, the berry bulbs
All even and perfect, 
Sour or a tad bitter, a
Bright, beautiful color