by Ann Dineen

 

Stark and still is the slumbering blackberry bush in muted winter

A quite custodian of September’s glories stalled secrets stand hushed

 

Wears no more the patch work cape of frost, that sparkled at the sunrise

The flower moon of May came calling, bringing buds in bountiful profusion

 

A confetti of pale petals blossomed, as the church bells chimed for the bride

Solstice day shone with blazing sun, that stilled the bird’s wing, shade to seek

 

Black, yellow blurring of bees, dusty with pollen sing their honey song and dance

Tiny emerald knots emerge and redden, anointed with sunlight, ripen swiftly

 

Nature’s gemstones glisten and glint on the ever reaching brambles lounge

History of the year’s sunlight condensed to show profit, display the ample yield

 

Pleasure and thorny pain to harvest polished jewels with purple fingers

Sits the robin, burnished copper in dappled sun, keen to feast as days shorten

 

Take a bow with your long arching arms, sprawling bramble canes in abundance

Until we pass this way next year, and once more, seek nature’s obligation

 

 

Copyright Ann Dineen 2019