August
~Mary Oliver
When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.
Picture found here.
May your happy tongue enjoy all the fruits of Lughnasadah.
4 comments:
Mmmmm....blackberries. Gorgeous!
Should go nicely with coeur à la crème.
I have picked so many of those this year, pints and pints.
Thalia,
They're my very favorite fruit!
Markarios,
Oh, yes!
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