Black Berry

Each juicy pillowed berry
Sits atop the thorny ground
Part of the ebb of August
The brambles rambling sound
A sweetness and a tartness
An excitement now all through
Clinging to that old brick wall
Like all wild berries do

In the shadows glinting sunlight
Where the spiders like to crawl
Through the greenery of summer
Where the blossoms often fall
Perched on high I find you
In a spikey frame of mind
tasting that wild goodness
So often underlined

Nothing really uniform about you
I can say
There are no similarities on any given day
Underneath the moon at night
Underneath the sun
In the rain of eventide
Yes you are the one

The berry of the shadows
The berry of the dark
Bursting with sweet blood like wine
It’s where you leave your mark
Reminding me to taste you
Though I first must feel your thorn
Drawing blood from my poor fingers
Where the thorn has torn

The bramble let it amble
Let it ramble as I gamble
It’s like a crop of miscellany
A jumble of desire
Each has a subtle fullness
A panic of the wholesome
The nobleness of summer
And the reddening of fire

A haven for the Raven
Who may sit upon the wall above
Cock his head and listen
As you glisten in the light
Your softness bears a tribute
To the sweetness loved by insects
And there you are resplendent
Just growing in plain sight