Wild blackberries abound along the trail
I leave the path, my eye on a large, lovely-looking berry
The prickly weeds and cling-ons find me
Do what damage they can
I fill my cupped hand
We share the harvest
Oblivious to the scratches and cuts
Drunken with sun-warmed bounty
And love
Canada Day. Camping with friends. S'mores. Skunks and raccoons (Seth was terrified). I took my baggy eyes and Annalise home to sleep- skipping the delights of a tent.
Annalise continues to be adorable.
1 comment:
I love your poetic tidbits!
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