October Blackberries

On the way through the cemetery with the dog, I stopped at the blackberry patch. In late August Teckla and I had picked enough berries to make jam. But today it was cold and overcast— the first cold day after many wonderfully warm ones. Many berries had shriveled, but here and there hung a few berries that fell easily into my hand. They were a little soft, but delightfully sweet. It seemed the cold nights had gathered all the sweetness of the summer into the berries. Their sweetness gave me a joy, a stained beard, and a hope for my own October berries.

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About Mark

I live in Myrtle Point, Oregon with my wife Teckla and am the father of four boys. Currently I teach writing and literature at Southwest Oregon Community College. I am a graduate of Myrtle Point High School, Northwest Nazarene College, and have a Masters in English from Washington State University.

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  • Teckla Wilson

    I have always been attacted to those who are gray-haired and still sweet. May you find sweetness arising more and more as your hair grays.

  • Mark

    Yes, dear.