Sunday, August 22, 2010

Swimming in the Summer of Blackberries

This summer is the summer of blackberries
We swim in the barely cool water
Across the little bay
And pick blackberries along the shore each Sunday
This year big and juicy 
They droop down toward the water
Beckoning outstretched fingers 
Eating our fill noting the oncoming ripening berries
Already thinking of eating them next Sunday
Laughing and washing our hands in the clear water 
We slowly float back across the bay on our backs
Watching circling ospreys 
The sky and lake melting together
Feeling each ripple of delicious water
In the heat and sun of lazy August
Already dreaming of the nap to come

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