Blackberry-Picking
Late August,
given heavy rain and sun
For a full week,
the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green,
hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it Leaving stains…
~ Seamus Heaney
Nehal's World : Growing Time…in Words! 