Yes, we are still harvesting blackberries,
but the long walk to the patch is pretty. Come on!
We will go out beyond the swamp
and past all the wild apple trees,
full of tiny unripe apples in a variety of colors.
We will walk under a canopy of maples,
now hinting of autumn's approach.
Perhaps we will remove our hats
and set down our heavy bowls,
and take a rest in the shade of the cedar trees for a little while.
We can take the long way back to the house,
through the breezy woods on the ridge top,
where the birch trees grow in clusters like wildflowers,
full of color and pattern.
We will linger near the ancient maple
that looks like praying hands.
She holds a wild gooseberry bush
in her palms.
If we walk slowly, there are small works of art everywhere,
even beneath our feet in the leaf litter.
and in the wild tangle of life
at the swamps edge.
When we step out into the open field
at the edge of the woods,
we will have a bucketful of blackberries
and a heart full of peace.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy in small things.