Blackberry Song By Aleise Instant

When storms came, the vines got heavy and dangerous. Branches snapped and thorns tangled, and we learned when to let the blackberries be—some harvests were for the soil. Aleise’s voice changed with the season; in September there was relief, a quieter note, the kind that comes after work finished. In late October, when frost turned fruit to small, bitter things, she’d say the vines had given their last grace and we should rest.