Blackberry Winter

Oh my goodness!
What a difference a year can make
Dry, shriveled buds have been supplanted by
opulent blossoms and the promise of a
bumper crop of plain old wild blackberries;
ever so good for cannin' , pie makin',
and eatin' on vanilla ice cream
after supper sitting on the backporch
watching the sun go down
Everything
is green
and growing
The grass is rubbing
the cow's bellies as they graze.
The crickets and cicadas
sing their songs of joy.
Life is good.