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August<\/strong><\/p>\n When the blackberries hang<\/em> all day among the high<\/em> of nothing, cramming<\/em> accepts what it is.\u00a0 In the dark<\/em> the black bells, the leaves; there is<\/em> Mary Oliver<\/p>\n Today’s camera walk turned up these beautiful gold and russet blackberry leaves. I am beginning to despair of finding enough autumn poems to get me through the 100 days without boring myself to tears. So, I made an executive decision that the poems do not have to be about autumn. And after all don’t golden blackberry leaves in October evoke the joy of picking and eating ripe blackberries in August?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" August When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns,\u00a0I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is.\u00a0 In the dark creeks that run by there is this … Continue reading Day 26 – Blackberry Leaves<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,8,16,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-883","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-flora","category-macrocloseup","category-nature"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/883","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=883"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/883\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":884,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/883\/revisions\/884"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=883"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=883"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=883"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nswollen in the woods, in the brambles<\/em>
\nnobody owns,\u00a0I spend<\/em><\/p>\n
\nbranches, reaching<\/em>
\nmy ripped arms, thinking<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthe black honey of summer<\/em>
\ninto my mouth; all day my body<\/em><\/p>\n
\ncreeks that run by there is<\/em>
\nthis thick paw of my life darting among<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthis happy tongue.<\/em><\/p>\n