Blackberry lanes

A sign that summer is nearly finished,

Of ripening fruit and light diminished.

On country walks, along hedgerow lanes

By canals and allotments, I see the same.

Brambles rambling, natures gallery

a bounty treasure, here is the BLACKBERRY!

A slow succession of mellowing jewels

Starting off chartreuse until tinctured with jules.

With flowers, paper candied open petals

A landing pad, summer candles

For bees and hoverflies still so busy

Drunk on nectar, getting dizzy

Gather your berries, watch those prickles

Apron pockets, stained and trickles

of blackberry juice on childrens faces

Might not make the pie crust spaces

or layered with a crumbled top

Bubbling jam, pot after pot.

I managed to get some back to home

So bring out the cream for some fresh baked scones.