◦ Blackberry Season

Blackberry Season

I hope I remember how many berries we ate

this summer

Arms legs full of scratches fingertips purple

But you have to be quick!

The end of summer rains

make them start to ferment

right on the bush

Can you buy me a pumpkin? I ask my husband

As the summer light grows pale we pack sunscreen

and rainjackets and stand in the river barefoot, throwing pebbles

One more, I say

Then we go home