Jan is hosting Poetry Friday today, and she's encouraging us to take a moment off in the middle of this stressful moment in the news. So here's a poem I read on social media this week.
Blackberries
by Margaret Atwood
In the early morning an old woman
is picking blackberries in the shade.
It will be too hot later
but right now there's dew.
Some berries fall: those are for squirrels.
Some are unripe, reserved for bears.
Some go into the metal bowl.
Those are for you, so you may taste them
just for a moment.
That's good times: one little sweetness
after another, then quickly gone.
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