Macro Monday came just in time to share a critter aiI discovered in my weekend photo shoot.

 

August

When the blackberries hang

swollen in the woods, in the brambles

nobody owns, I 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. In the dark

creeks that run by there is

this thick paw of my life darting among

 

the black bells, the leaves; there is

this happy tongue.

By Mary Oliver.