BLACKBERRY EATING
I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
they earn for knowing the black art
of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them
lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
like strengths and squinched,
many-lettered, on-syllabled lumps,
which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
in the silent, startled, icy, black language
of blackberry-eating in late September
We're picking our last wild blackberries. Last night's frost-- the first of the season-- means I'll be putting my garden "to bed" soon. Here are a few cards to say thank you and goodbye to beautiful summer and welcome old friend fall...
Thanks for stopping by!
Carolynn, your Autumn inspired cards are just lovely! Thanks for all you do to support Operation Write Home. Happy leaf peeping! ♡
ReplyDeleteBeautiful fall cards. Love the pretty colors.
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