Wild Blackberries by Daphne Belt
Born to a bramble grasping and thorny
first matches that with sharpest of taste,
edging a full field, rich gold and corny
where gleaning crows caw on the stubbly waste.
Unhurried berries bide their time it’s true,
patience timely rewards the wisest eyes,
a Sparrow or Goldfinch are of the few
that know highest fruit is the greater prize.
From sour green to a rosier red
transformation slow, on a stony track,
Fieldfare and Wren, with their young to be fed
wait for fat berries to turn juicy black.
At last a-bursting with sweet jammy taste
those plump blackberries will not go to waste.
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