Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
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
Monday, August 9, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
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