Blackberry Picking
by Maralee Gerke

Come and pick the blackberries,
before the west wind pushes
the season toward fall.

Step into the prints
of does and fawns
that prune the branches.

Taste the warm winey nectar,
stain your fingers a pinkish hue,
fill your basket with the essence of summer.



 


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